Johnstown High School - Spectator Yearbook (Johnstown, PA)

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28 THE SPECTATOR him, Archibald. As it happened, their seats were to- gether. As Archibald approached, he observed the other fellow down on his knees tugging with all his might. When Archibald reached his seat, the man electrified him with the words, “ I’ve found the Dolly Dimples Brick.” And they carried Archibald Johns out senseless. Easter 11’VE taken that sacred volume ■I And glanced at each time-worn page, I’ve read the old, old story — So sweet with the scent of age — Of that first and hallowed Easter, When, at dawning of the day, From the grave of Christ, the angel Had rolled the stone away. My thoughts are deeply buried In a grave of doubts and fears, Walled in with the rocks of sorrow, And sealed with my heart-wrung tears ; From my soul’s inmost recesses, These thoughts swell forth to-day — O Christ, for some kindly angel To roll the stone away. RUTH RAGER ’10.

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THE SPECTATOR 27 ing.” So he straightway proceeded to dig up the brick. Just as he succeeded in extricating it, up came a policeman. “ 1 guess you’ll go to the station with me, my gay bold. Tearing up pavements, are you ? We’ll see about that.” He was hurrying Archibald off, when up came Scrubby, and, explaining the situation, succeeded in rescu- ing his unlucky friend. On Friday afternoon as Archibald and Scrubby were going to school they spied several bricks lying in Stony- creek Street, just where a blind alley joins the street. Archibald, seized with his mania, turned them all over, but there was nothing doing. “There it is, on the sill of that stable back in the al- ley,” said Scrubby. “You idiot,” said Archibald, “do you suppose those kids have been skating there all morning and not turned over that brick ? Don’t you think it.” And so they passed on. With all the searching no one found the brick, so at Saturday noon out started one of the theatre managers with the chief-of police and his little dog, to find the Dolly Dimples Brick. Archibald was on hand and fell in line with half a hundred others. Out Market Street they went, up Vine, up Stonycreek, and into that very blind alley. There lay the same brick, scorned by Archibald the day be- fore. The chief picked it up. It was the Dolly Dimples Brick ! Since no one had found the brick, the management would place it under one of the theatre seats that night. “Now,” thought Archibald, “I’ll get myself a seat in the orchestra circle, because they will certainly put it under one of the most expensive seats.” But when he went to buy his seat, the only one left down-stairs was number 13 in row 23. Archibald’s great desire to get the brick had made him superstitious, so he would not take it. But he bought the best seat he could get in the balcony. That night Archibald was on hand early.’ He thought that if he were first in the balcony he might see the brick and capture it before the owner of the seat arrived. But there was one fellow ahead of him. When the doors were opened the man in front was shown to his seat, and after

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THE SPECTATOR 29 The Arsenal Between Albany and Troy Among the many interesting objects that I have seen, the arsenal between Albany and Troy made the greatest impression upon me. On a trip up the Hudson to Troy, 1 was so fortunate as to visit this factory of war instruments. Having received the required pass, our little party entered the iron gate and walked up the path that led to the main building. A sentry in immaculate uniform paced before the build- ing. On the grass plots on either side of the walk were old cannon and balls, which had probably been used in the Civil War. As we entered the building, the guide with whom we had been provided, led us to the room in which large gun trucks and carriages are made. These are used in coast defense and war vessels. In the next department we came to the most interest- ing part of our trip—the manufacture of the large coast and naval guns, ranging in size from the six-inch repeaters to the eighteen-inch coast guns. They formed a most inter- esting collection. Great care is taken in the manufacture of these guns. The process is very interesting to onlook- ers. The arsenal is flooded with the sound of roaring fur- naces heating the metal, escaping steam, and the pounding and ringing of metal. Our guide was very obliging, and explained how the metal was heated, moulded, pieced together, and all the re- maining details in the manufacture of a cannon. He showed how the great guns work when they are completed, for there were several of them ready for use. Opening the shutter he explained how the shells were placed in position; then closing it, he showed how the guns were sighted, by means of intricate rtiechanism. Finally he explained how the gun was fired, how the cap exploded the shell, which, when exploded, was ejected. After spending an hour in this interesting place, we de- parted. As our visit took place before the Spanish-Ameri- can War, I have often wondered whether the great gun thru which 1 looked was usod in destroying the Spanish fleet and freeing Cuba. WALTER MOORE ’09.