Johnstown High School - Spectator Yearbook (Johnstown, PA)

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4 THE SPECTATOR Gonzales Finish TT HE “mid-years” were over at Kenwood Preparatory Vl School and the students once more turned their atten- tion to athletics. The baseball candidates were hard at work in the cage; for in this branch of sport Kenwood was always well represented. Her track men, however, were in no degree less promising. The new material was excep- tionally good, and under the careful guidance of “Doc” Warren, was destined to retrieve the laurels that had been ost to Queenston the year before. In the squad of some eighty men that daily sprinted on the cinder path was Pino Gonzales, a young Cuban, by whose work Kenwood had been enabled to wrest the foot-' ball championship from their most bitter rival—Queenston. His development into a quarter-miler was remarkable and pleasing to his college world as his debut into football as a quarter-back. He had that easy-going stride, as regular as clock-work, and seldom, varying an inch, which stamps a man a runner. As the day of the great meet drew near, reports con- cerning the two teams spread thick and fast. Kenwood was strong in field events, but as the finals drew near her track men showed a tendency to weaken. The week pre- ceding the final trials the men were given a two days’ rest, which greatly revived them. On the day of the trials the whole school was out to get a line on their champions. Event after event was pulled off and, as a whole, resulted as was expected. The quarter-mile run was one of the last on the program, and proved a very exciting struggle. Gonzales was pitted against a field of eight, which had such men as Carlton, Kenwood’s football captain, in it. At the crack of the gun the men were off as one. By many the pace set was thought to be too strenuous for some of the entries, but up to the one-eighth mile post they were all well bunched together. At this point they began to string out; Carlton and Gonzales were fighting hard for second place, while Wilkins, also a new man, led. As they rounded the last bend the three men were nip and tuck. When about 200 yards from the finish Wilkins attempted to sprint it out, but his strength failed him and he fagged

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THE SPECTATOR 3 white blossoms of the modest lily-of-the-valley, which fill the whole place with sweet perfume. Passing the lilies, we see a sight gorgeous with beauty. Here are the half-opened buds and full-blown flowers of the bright-colored tulips. Yonder are the daffodils with their hidden wealth of gold. Further on we see the hyacinth, with the white, pink, and lavender petals peeping out from the green covering. Here is the graceful narcissus, whose buds have almost burst. Everything seems to sing out the joy and gladness of spring. We can scarcely imagine the beauty of the large gar- dens where flowers are grown for supplying the markets of large cities. At Lake Crossing, Mass., is one of the lar- gest rose nurseries in the world, where roses of rare beau- ty are cultivated. From this house flowers are shipped even to Europe. In the Scilly Islands, however, most of the flowers for the London Easter market grow. They are cultivated in the open, for the climate of these islands is al- most semi-tropical. The flower-grower provides against occasional cold winds by surrounding every field of his flower farm with high and thick hedges. Travelers have told us that the island of Samson, where many daffodils are grown, is a field of green and gold from February to April. During the week previous to Easter, the florist is busy getting ready for his Easter display, which takes place on Thursday, Friday, and Saturday, before Easter. The cut flowers are plucked the day before they are to be taken from the green-houses, and are placed in water in a cool room where there is abundant fresh air. The temperature of this room must not be more than about 6o° Fahrenheit. It is no easy task to get these flowers ready, for in a first- class flower-shop thousands of every variety are sold every day during the display, and the florist is never able to sup- ply the demand. What a wealth of beauty the florist gathers into his shop! It may be called his canvas, where he, the painter, composes a picture, not in oils or water colors, but in flower colors. No Cimabue or Giotto ever painted a richer altar- piece than the florist makes with his blossoms. Or, if you like, call the flowers his Easter Anthem, for they seem to sing out the joy and gladness of the resurrection. aldisa Rhine ’07.

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5 THE SPECTATOR out a few yards from the finish. Carlton and Gonzales were exerting every muscle to touch the tape first, and about a hundred yards from the line they sprinted. As they neared the finish the cheering was intense, for seldom had Kenwood witnessed so close a contest. Twenty five yards from the line the men were neck to neck, but at this juncture Gonzales turned his ankle slight- ly, and only his nimbleness saved him from a disastrous fall. As it was, he staggered across the line at Carlton’s heels. That the “Doc” was well pleased by the showing was made evident by his encouraging remarks to the team in the training quarters that night. The day of the meet found Kenwood in a blaze of color. Everywhere fluttered the gold and blue; while the arrival of the Queenston aggregation lent even more color to the picture already painted. The time set for the first event found Kenwood Field a blaze of ribbon and pennants. Organized cheering was much in evidence, and the friendly yells hurled at each-other by the rooting squads gave zest to the meeting of these two rivals. The meet opened with the hundred-yard dash and was captured by Queenston, with Wilton, of Kenwood, a close second. Queenston’s supporters went mad with joy, while Kenwood’s rooters, as defiant in defeat as jubilant in vic- tory, cheered lustily. Events followed closely upon one another, for never in the history of the two schools were they more bitterly contested. In years prior to this meet there was usually an overwhelming victory for one or the other, but never, as now, an even break. The quarter-mile run was the last event but one on the card, and when it was announced the score stood a tie at 40 points each. Queenston’s quarter-milers were the veteran pair of the year before, who had finished first and third, Carlton having scored in this event. The men jogged to the starting mark, and there took up the positions assigned them. Queenston had the pole with the two Kenwood men in the middle. The clear voice of the starter sang out, “On your marks! Get set!” and at the crack of the revol- ver they were off like a shot. For an instant Carlton seemed to lose his head, for he