Johnstown High School - Spectator Yearbook (Johnstown, PA)

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6 THE SPQECTATOR instructions. The coach jubilantly thought his wilful pupil had reformed. The night of the game had come. On the way to the game Auburn met the coach and told him to go to blazes and get someone else to play center. The coach was so dumbfounded that all he could do was to turn and walk away. Auburn, however, went to the game, taking an inconspicuous place behind a row of girls where he would not likely be recognized. Then came the game. To be brief, High School were played off their feet in the Hrst half, and, despite the Hne work of the guards, the score stood eighteen to six in favor of Prep. At the end of the half Auburn saw the look of despair on the coach's face and felt sorry for his conduct. Upon hearing a girl near him say, lf John Auburn were in the game we should win yet, he began to think, and decided that perhaps she was right. Then quietly leaving his seat, he slipped into the dressing room. . As the second half was just about to start, Auburn, in his basketball suit, walked from the dressing room across the floor to where the coach stood and in a frank voice said to him, I played you about as dirty a trick as a fellow could, but I'm sorry for it. If you'll let me play, l'll go in and play my best. But his request was drowned by the pleading of his teammates, and the coach consented. In the half that followed Auburn played the game of his life. He had his opponent completely up in the air. Everywhere was he to be found. Even the far-famed Prep. guards could not stop him. With a minute to play, High School tied the score, and a well-thrown basket by Allison, a High School forward, won such a game as had never before been played on that floor. John Auburn had won two games that night. ...,.,X.LLQQ!.:f..,., ' 4f0J'fB5N '

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THE SPECTATOR 5 Two Victorief .BY H. J. R., o9 'wESTTOWN HIGH SCHOOL had organized no base- ball team for about five years. The school was too small to support both baseball and track athletics, and the coach favored the latter. ln the midwinter of the year 1907, the school became divided as to whether a track team or a baseball team was to be supported. lt was decided that the matter be determined at the next meeting of the Athletic Association. The leader of the baseball faction, John Auburn, was one of the best football and basketball players in the school. As he was greatly flattered, he became conceited. He thought he did not have to train to make the basketball team. Only after having criticised him severely did the coach put him on the team. At that time, the basketball team without him at center was deplorably weak, and Auburn knew it. Once, before a game, he broke training. For this he was severely censured by the coach in the presence of the team. He then began to think that the coach had a spite against him and that he had put him on the team because he was forced to do it. The coach's opposition to baseball was also resented by Auburn. Accordingly, at the coming A. A. meeting, which was to be held a week before the basketball game with the bitter rivals of High School-Westtown Preparatory School-Auburn determined to urge his friends to defeat track athletics. But the coach, in a speech, clearly showed the A. A. the advantages of track and the disadvantages of baseball. When the vote was counted it was found that the school had again decided to support track athletics. Auburn, greatly incensed, thought that the coach had taken this stand just to spite him. He planned revenge. At first he thought he would stop playing basketball imme- diately. After considering the matter he decided that it would be a severer blow to the coach to practice regularly with the team and quit the night of the game, not affording the coach time to train another man for his position. Ac- cordingly, he practiced hard the next week and obeyed all

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THE SPECTATOR 7 Our Pet Kittenf BY MARIE WEITZ, '09 WHILE sitting by my window reading I chanced to look out toward the garden, where I had just planted some pansies. There I saw Tom and Dick having the gayest kind of frolic among my plants. Nly Hrst im- pulse was to chase them off, but l could not help pausing a moment to watch them in their sport. Tom and Dick are two pet kittens belonging to our household. They receive as much attention as if they were persons. They are exactly alike, being of a light yellow color with white spots on their paws and faces. When I tell you that they are only two months old you can judge their size. They are as playful as only two kittens can be. While they romp about they appear like two balls of light yellow wool. They always play together and never quarrel. As I was loath to see my pansy stalks broken by their frolic, I chased the rogues away. Off they scampered over the grass and were soon enjoying a game of rough and tumble on the lawn. An Old Welsh Story BY BRUCE C. WILLIAMS - 66 ND the hrst man that gets a sheep will take it to the haunted churchyard and wait for the other. But I don't like that haunted graveyard. You know they tell strange tales about it, and- Oh, don't be afraid of a lot of old women's stories. I guess the gravestones won't hurt you. l'm not afraid. I guess l'm as brave as anybody else around here. Well, then, show it, and go to the graveyard as soon as you have your sheep. Very well, theng have it your own way. Thus did these two wicked Welsh sheep thieves ap- point their place of meeting. A safe meeting place it was.