Johnstown High School - Spectator Yearbook (Johnstown, PA)

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THE SPECTATOR 9 The Hill. - 'HE HILLS in glorious majesty, w Raise up their tree-grown slopes, so fair; And ev’ry season merrily Robes them anew in garments rare. With richest gold and crimson tints, They glow thru the hazy, vigorous Fall, And we see the branches sway and wince, Bent by the chilling Autumn squall. In winter they stand out dark and bare, Mingling in hue with the leaden clouds; Or cover’d with snow they seem to wear In funereal silence, dead-white shrouds. When Spring, with soft and gentle rain, Wakens the sleeping slopes to life, And calls the flowers that long have lain Asleep, they rise in confusion rife. In Summer warm, a robe of green They don; their crested summits seem To touch the blue; of such a scene Ne’er did a rapturous artist dream. Thus ev’ry season brings a change To these all-glorious hills; the sod Now brown, now white, now green; for strange And wondrous are the works of God. FRANK M. BRENISER ’09. Michael John Popovich ”HE hands of the time office clock slowly swung to ten minutes of twelve. Deliberately the chief timekeeper closed and locked his desk, and taking his coat under his arm, went home to dinner. As he closed the door the assis- tant chief timekeeper closed his desk, yawned, took his coat under his arm, got his bicycle from the hall, and was soon speeding home. Then the five assistants grinned, (ten minutes before closing time,) put their papers away, got out their lunches and sat down to eat. The office was not a cheerful place. The brick walls

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8 THE SPECTATOR rick Shepherd.” Here they spent the night. The next morning they went to a coal pit where a miner was en- tombed for twenty-one days. When he had been missing for seventeen days, Lady Whitelet, the owner of the mine said, “I will neither sleep nor eat until that man is taken out dead or alive.” A rescuing party was sent in search of him and at the end of the third day he was found alive. After this incident the boys travelled on until they came to the little town of Daly; here they had to give up their velocipides as Daly was a very mountainous country. They still had a distance of five miles to go by land, so there was nothing to do but walk. When they arrived at their destination, the town of Gervin, they were very tired and spent the remainder of the day at the inn. The next morning they secured a boat, and having no trouble, soon arrived on the little shore around the Ailsa Cregg. Now they were delighted and happy. Soon to their astonishment, a man came up and taking James by the shoulders said, in a loud clear voice, “You little scound- rels, don’t you know you are trespassing here?” At first they were badly scared, but finally Frank managed to tell the old man their names and where they had come from. That was enough. The old man told them they were a plucky little trio. After taking them to the little house, for he was the one who lived in it, he served them a supper which consisted mainly of fish. Then they wandered around the Cregg until ten o’clock, when it became dark, and they had to return to the house. The old man insisted upon their spending the night with him, and after a pleas- ant little talk they went to bed to dream of what they had seen. FLORENCE SLOAN ’07.

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JO THE SPECTATOR were painted a dull gray and the ceiling was painted white. Nevertheless it was well lighted, having two large windows looking out into railroad yards, shops, and all that belong to a large mill. As these young men sat down to eat before time, a for- eigner stepped up to the window at which employes were either hired or discharged. He was short and heavy-set. With a bullet-head set squarely on a pair of broad should- ers, he resembled in form those who followed Atilla centu- ries ago. His eyes were steel blue, peering out from under shaggy eyebrows. His hair and long-pointed mustache were brown; his chin was firm. From his dress and ap- pearance one might suppose that he had been in this coun- try a number of years. Nobody paid any attention to him, but all continued to eat their lunches. At last the foreigner exclaimed: “ Here, mister, I am in much of a hurry; 1 come ketch time.” Then Wilson, a tall, heavily-built fellow, replied: “Well, we aren’t working just now. You come round maybe one o’clock, then fix 'em.” “But, mister, it is not yet by the time for to quit work I—” “Shut up, you Ginney,” interrupted Wilson. “You get buttin’ in around here, you no get time at all.” “Yes, that’s what 1 say,” said another; “you’ll have to wait until we’re ready to attend to you.” The poor foreigner looked exceedingly troubled, when suddenly a young fellow over by the window rose and said: “Now, look here fellows; you know this isn’t right. We shouldn’t stop till twelve o’clock; I’m going to fix that Ginney up.” Immediately he went to the window and said: “What’s the matter, John?” Then the foreigner began to pour all his troubles into the young fellow’s ears. “Herr Mister,” he said, “in ol’country I haf a wife and two little girl. Yesterday I got letter. Wife say little girl seek—mebbe die. No have got money. Neighbor him say, “You got man in America; we no help you.” I here have money; they there starve. Then I said I will go to my wife and little girl—I will feex neighbor. Today I go