Johnstown High School - Spectator Yearbook (Johnstown, PA)

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'rr-is SPECTATOR H 17 or a skein of floss she expected him to take it at once to her sewing basket. lf she sent him up-stairs with her freshly-ironed kerchiefs or with ribbons, he would put the articles with others of the same kind. Not far from the Lavelle residence a young Dr. Steele had recently opened an office. One afternoon, as he was passing the Lavelle residence, he noticed a dainty bit of cambric and lace on the street just outside the curb. He picked it up, and it proved to be a kerchief. He put it into his pocket and went to his office. . He sat down at his desk, and, thinking there might be an initial on the kerchief, he took it from his pocket again. There was an odd scratching at the door, and, looking up, he saw a little white dog pawing at the screen, as if begging to be let in. It was Trix, who had come to call on his new neighbor. Dr. Steele dropped the kerchief on his desk and opened the door for his caller. Soon a patient called upon the doctor and Trix was left alone to make a tour of inspection. It wasn't long until he discovered the kerchief, and recognized it as belonging to his mistress. He didn't take it. No doubt he thought this was a new place to keep Mamie's kerchiefs. At any rate he thought it about time to go, and so he pushed open the door and went pattering down the street. A half hour later the doctor was surprised to see Trix at the door again, this time with a kerchief in his mouth. He placed it on the desk beside the other one and hurried away. Again and again he came during that evening and the next day, until the doctor had a collection of seven dainty little handkerchiefs. By this time Dr. Steele knew who the owner of the kerchiefs was, for he had watched Trix on one of his return trips and saw him run in across the lawn at Lavelle's. The last kerchief brought by Trix had the name Mamie neatly embroidered in one corner. This time Dr. Steele sent one of his own kerchiefs, with a large F in the corner, home with Trix. The next day Mamie received a note in the afternoon mail signed by Fred Harrison Steele in which he said he was grateful to the dog for having introdnced them, and begged to be allowed to return the kerchiefs.

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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

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I8 THE SPECTATOR A Familiar Tale Done in Rhyme. BY KATHARINE TAGGERT, '12 OUR-year-old Robbie had been quite ill, But was up and about by the doctor's Will. His dear little hands were tired and weak, So he dropped his toys, his mother to seek. He leaned his tired head against her side, Then opened his blue eyes big and Wide, He gazed into her care-worn face And fumbled his hand in her sewing case. Mother, I feel like an old, broken toy, Wearily sighed the Weak little boy. She gathered him close in her tender arms As tho she would shield him from all harms. Mother's boy, she cood, sit on mother's knee, And let me hold you close to meg Ah! darling boy, there, do not weep, And mother will sing you fast asleep. How Thora Saw the King BY JAMES ADAMS, '12, BOUT ten miles from the City of Stockholm there lived an honest peasant and his family. They lived on a little farm of about twenty acres. There was one girl and Hve boys in the family. The girl, whose name was Thora, helped her mother keep house and milk the goats. The boys helped their father in the helds and tended to the flocks of goats and sheep. Several times a month the father or the eldest son took their products of butter and cheese to town and brought home clothing and other articles in exchange. Thora had been to Stockholm but once or twice, and then only for a short time. So it was with great eagerness she looked toward the coming of the national holiday, when she and her eldest brother, Olin, were going to Stockholm.