Johnstown High School - Spectator Yearbook (Johnstown, PA)

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- THE SPECTATOR 15 ran and called several oilers. We pulled and pushed for nearly half an hour, altho it seemed like days. He never uttered a sound, and I began to fear his death from the pressure on his stomach. Finally he slipped out, pale and limp. We carried him to the air and threw water in his face. When he revived we gave him brandy and soon, with assistance, he was able to walk to a rig. He did not appear for nearly a week, and then he walked slowly and with the aid of a cane. He afterward told me that he suffered terrible pain and had smothering sensations, but outside of being bruised and sore, he was well. l was afraid he had hurt himself internally. It was fortunate that l was along with him, for had he ventured in by himself he would have suffered for some time in this black dungeon. At any rate he always lets me crawl into boilers and dangerous places, while he simply looks from the outside. A Midnight Separation BY ELMER H. SMITH. 66 OOD evening, Nlr. Tom. Howdi, Miss Tabby. These greetings marked the beginning of a midnight escapade on the back fence of Nlr. Sleepless. Miss Tabby was a beautiful animal, having on different occasions taken the beauty prize at the Show of Felines. Her general appearance showed evidence of good treat- ment. Her abundant white and grey fur was soft and fine. Her eyes were clear and brlght, while her mouth and whiskers showed no signs of rat struggles. She held her tail in rigid fashion and moved around with the strut of a peacock. Nlr. Thomas Cat was the direct opposite in appearance of his fair partner. He was very black. Little do we wonder at the many invisible medals he had received from the Night Prowlers on account of his resemblance to the darkness. Tom was the picture of hard luck and

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14 THE SPECTATOR Imprisoned in a Boiler ' BY ALAN M., WEAVER, '09. 46 ET'S Hnish up and go home, said Clyde Carnes, the inspector. It was his duty at the Morgan Plane Company to inspect all the machinery in general. We had Hnished up the engines, valves, gears, and bear- ings, so all remaining was three boilers, which were not in use. .It was my duty to accompany Clyde and take notes. At that time I was sixteen, and yet earned good money on jobs like this. Carnes, the inspector, was a short, heavy- set man, with dark eyes and black hair, and a black mous- tache. He was a good worker and a careful inspector, and also a congenial man to work with, but on account of his heavy build he seldom ventured into dangerous places. This time, however, he decided to go into the last boiler. I said, Clyde, I am thinner than you and yet I can scarcely get in at one of those small doors, It is folly for you to try, when it is of no special beneiit, as I can tell you. Come on, boy, he said, I have not worked around machinery all my life for nothing. Bring me the little ladder and I will show you. All right, said I, knowing it was useless to argue with my superior. Mounting the ladder I had brought, he started in head tirst. His head went in easily, as did his shoulders, but when he got to his waist, which was rather large, he stuck as in a vice. I was standing below, I thought he was taking a rest, but soon he began to kick, and getting as close as possible to the door, I heard him yell something about my pulling him out. It was then I realized his position. He was half in and half out. His clothing held him from coming out, while he was too large to get entirely in. He completely filled the door, cutting off the air and light. At first I was speechless and as weak as a rag. The perspiration came out on me like beads when I thought of Clyde held tight and suffering. As soon as I could collect my senses I started to pull his feet, but with my whole strength I could not move him an inch. Realizing this, I

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16 THE SPQECTATOR misuse. His fur was rough and shaggy and showed signs of recent compulsory baths. His face wore an expression of pain, his body betrayed no signs of a milk diet or other dainties. His tail, at one time long and rigid, was broken and disfigured. This unfortunate creature was living the life of a dog, instead of one of the nine lives to which he was entitled. . On this particular night, for such occasions were fre- quent, our two friends were seated in perfect comfort discussing the future election, when an argument arose as to which Tom would be elected. This debate, however, grew uninteresting, and soon our backyard musicians engaged in more humane and friendly conversation. lf lwere as beautiful as you, l'd go on the stage, said Tom, with a serious air. ' And if l had your appearance I would allow some old maid to adopt me, returned Tabby. Thus these catland lovers sang each other's praises. After more wasted compliments and empty titles we hear Tabby uttering the following foolish yet serious lament: But when some other cat comes along you will throw me down, and we will part forever. A - Forever, never, cries Tom, nothing but the hand of one above shall part us. Suddenly from the upper window of the Sleepless house a bootjack came sailing through the air and crashed down upon the fence, thus conhrming Tom's statement. The hand from above had parted them. ' A Novel Introduction BY FERN BAER, '09, RIX, the pet dog of Mamie Lavelle, was a clever little white animal. Mamie was scrupulously tidy about her personal belongings. She had a place for everything, and put everything in its.place. In the training of Trix she was careful to instill this principle of feminine neatness in his youthful mind. When she gave him a ball of cotton