Johnstown High School - Spectator Yearbook (Johnstown, PA)

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I2 THE SPECTATOR our guide to a most interesting cave. Portcoon Cave can be approached by two entrances, one from the sea, the other from land if the tide is low. The sea was too rough for the oarsmen to venture to row us in, and so we climbed alonga very rough, narrow foot-path of smooth cobble- stones to the entrance. The cave was dark and damp. Our guide carried a lantern to give light. Along the roof is a Hne example of a slipping of layers of rocks, called a geological fault, The whole must have been produced by a tremendous upheaval. The roar of the waves inside is terrihc, and as we looked out thru the sea entrance, we could see the Irish Sea rolling its waves with much force along the cliffs. Leaving the cave we proceeded to the Causeway proper. From a distance it looked disappointing-more like a pile of cobble-stones than an elegant arrangement of verti- cal basaltic columns. More than forty thousand of these columns, composed of blocks which seem to be artificially placed one on top of the other, extend to an uncertain depth. Some of them are polygonal in shape, and range from three-sided formations to eight-sided ones. The key- stone is said to be the only octagonal stone in existence. The peculiar formations in various parts of the Cause- way have been given names suggested by their fantastic shapes. In one part is a depression, Hlled with water, called the Giant's Punchbowlg another, the Giant's Fan, formed by Hve pentagons surrounding a hexagon. In the Grand Causeway is Lord Antrim's Parlor, a number of large yellow stones which resembles a parlor in disorder the morning after a night of money-making. The entire Causeway is divided into three parts---the Little, Middle and Grand Causeway. The second is shaped like a honey-comb. One group of stones, the Wishing Chair, resembles a chair. We each sat in it and made three wishes, after which we proceeded to the Wishing Well, presided over by an old Irish peasant woman, who gave us each a drink of the sweet water with which to wash down our wishes, so that they may come to pass. Leaving the Causeway thru a gate-way of solid rock, known as the Giant's Gateway, we began a difhcult climb up the cliffs for several miles along the Irish Sea to the

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THE SPECTATOR ll it his wash-cloth, snatched from the stand close by. Then he lit the candle, muttering about lost matches. Ha-ha! Look, Brown, nothing but a chair and wash-cloth. Nly hand slipped thru the rungs of the chair when I fell and touched the cloth. Next time have your room in better order. You should raise your windows and get this peculiar musty odor out of here. lt truly was a scare. But I came here to see-ah-er, why did you slip to your room so suddenly a few minutes ago? said the master. Well, the fun was over. And l didn't want to get mixed up in this Ere affair. Then Puck is a good friend, you know, I didn't want him to see me laughing at him, he is bigger than l am, answered Whimp, truthfully enough. Ali, to be sure, I am only searching on the Doctor's orders, you know. .Sorry I broke into your room this way. Good-night. Good-night. Long drawn out sigh of relief, as the last of Dobson's footsteps sounded far down the corridor. A Page from My Summer Diary BY DONALD CUSTER '12 ET nine o'clock we took a train from Belfast for the Giant's Causeway, via Port Rusk, the Atlantic'City of Northern Ireland. This city is beautifully situated on the north coast of Ireland, Here we took an electric train for the Causeway. The ride provided many fine examples of coast scenery, the route lying along the high bluffs of the sea for almost the entire eight miles, and presenting far-reaching sea-views. On a clear day Scotland is visible in the distance. Chalk cliffs, covered with lava and basalt, have been worn into fantastic shapes by the waves, some resembling giants' heads, others elephants' legs, The invigorating atmosphere of the trip made us very hungry, and we were glad for a lunch before engaging one of the many available guides to conduct us over this won- derful formation. Before going to the Causeway, we were conducted by

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THE SPECTATOR I3 amphitheatre, passing the Giant's Pipe Organ, at which the musician sat who entertained His Majesty with his Hne playing. The coloring along the cliff is beautiful. The rich reds and salmons of the rocks, and the bright green of the grass harmonized perfectly with the cloudless blue of the sky and the tossing blue-green of the sea below. The vicinity of the region is rich in legends, among the most accepted of which is that of how a Scotch giant pre- pared to cross over to Ireland to settle a feud which had long existed between him and an lrish giant. When the latter's wife saw him crossing the Causeway, she devised a scheme by which she might save her husband. She hid her infant son, and in his stead placed her husband in the cradle. When the Scotch giant arrived and asked to see her husband, she replied: He is not at home, but you may see his three-month old baby if you wish. When he saw the size of the supposed infant, he became alarmed. He marveled, and wondered what the father could be like, if his son were of such large size. Thus the strife ended, and the Causeway fell into disuse. The regularity with which these columns are placed makes a tale of such an origin quite plausible. Dress Parade at the Barracks BY HAYDEN L. HEWS '12 WOUD and clear the notes of the bugle sounded on the cool morning air and dwindled away in the distance. lt was First call for dress parade. Instantly every one bestirred himself. The spectators all moved up to the edge of the parade ground, orderlies could be seen hurrying to and fro from the Ofhcers' Headquarters, and all the soldiers, who had been lounging around the park, went to- ward the headquarters, We could see, here and there about the various buildings, groups of men lining up to march to the parade ground. These soldiers belong to the regular standing army of the United States, the post being at Columbus, Ohio. We had gone to the barracks that morning with the hope that