Johnstown High School - Spectator Yearbook (Johnstown, PA)

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I4 The Spectator scurry, a few exclamations of Uh ! and then all was still with- in. The door slowly opened upon quiet and darkness, for the 'light had quickly been turned out. A tall, dark figure walked slowly in, and in a firm, solemn voice, demanded, What does this mean PI' A hushed silence followed and after the question had been 'repeated and still received no answer, the figure moved toward the electric light switch and turned it on. VVhat met the gaze of the intruder may well be imagined. Cushions thrown in every direction and girls huddled up in corners and some under the bed. Girls, I am surprised that you have so deceived me, came from the supposed matron. I will say no more tonight, how- ever, but I want to see you all in the principa1's office tomor- row. But scarcely had these words been spoken when the door opened to admit another matron. Great was the surprise and wonder of all and many exelamations were heard as the two tall figures stood facing each other. A suppressed giggle finally came from the one, as she tore oft the glasses, and, hanging' her head, repeated: I am sorry. Nina! came from a chorus of voices, as Nina slowly fol- lowed the matron out of the room on the ,way to the principal's office, for such an offense could not wait until morning. A Summer Night By H. K. ,II AR in the depths of yon mysterious dome of night' Bright and majestic reigns the placid moong In meadows broad and fair the moonlight streams, Soft on the mist-hung earth she sheds her beams, VVhere dewy blossoms nod, brushed by the night moth's flight W'rapt in their magic gloom . The pines gigantic loom Thru the soft moonlight of the summer night.

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I The Spectator I3 remained in an apparent deep study, and then jumping, up she exclaimed: It's the very thing, funny I didn't think of that before. Oh! NVon't the girls be frightened, and won't it be fun, tho! She walked over to her wardrobe and taking out a dark blue skirt, surveyed it critically. Then laying it on a chair with a satisfied expression on her laughing face, she went to her dressing table. Opening a drawer, she took out a box of trin- kets, and from the bottom of the odd collection brought forth a large pair of goldarimmed spectacles, putting them on, she glanced at her reflection in the mirror. The sight that met her gaze was so ludicrous that she laughed aloud. lt was such a merry little laugh, as though she already pictured herself in attire like that of the matron. After replacing the glasses she took up her Greek, and glanced over the next day's lesson, while awaiting the time for action. Isn't this perfectly delightful, exclaimed stout little Kitty Brown, as she settled herself more comfortably among a host of cushions piled on the floor. She indeed looked as snug as a little kitten. It is simply grand, answered one of the other girls, who sat opposite Kitty, munching a large piece of cake. And we cannot possibly be detected, she continued, as we have made everything so secure, and the matron is not like- ly to be around, as you know she has been rather ill today. Everything would be complete were Nina only here, chimed in another girl. I am very sorry she could not COXIIC, for she makes everything so jolly and we always have more fun when she is with us. q Let us drink a toast to Nina, even though she is not here, spoke up Katharine Raymond, a tall, pleasant-looking girl, who was dishing out ice cream and passing bonbons at the same time. The idea was met with general favor and one of the girls arose with mock gravity to deliver the toast. I Girls, she commenced, holding up her glass containing orange Sherbert, we are here this evening- But' she got no further. Rap! rap! came the loud knocks on the door. A general

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The Spectator I5 List to the restless throbbing silence of the summer night, Wherein the myriad ceaseless voices blend, A gentle whisper rustles thru the trees, Where softly stirs a wandering western breeze, Faint from the fields is heard the cricket's chirrup light, Clearly the tree-toads trill, Far off a whip-poor-will Calls thru the living silence of the night. The Duet By J. H. C. ,II T was within an hour of the time at which she had prom- ised to give an answer. Should she accept him? She was sure she loved him and he had' assured her that their life together should be more beautiful than all the success either had attained. But that was the question. On the opposite side of the room lay two violins, side by side, in their open cases. One was her own, the other-his. He had left it there in the afternoon, after the concert, in which both had taken part, perhaps as a second reason for returning that evening. , Crossing to where they lay, she caressingly lifted her own, tuned it gently to the other, and started to play one of her con- cert numbers, the one with which she had gained so much re- nown. Gradually she became unconscious of her surroundings and drifted away to the scenes she knew so well-the large con4 cert halls, the bright lights, the varied but always enthusiastic audience, and finally to the performance of that afternoon. The last vision, together with the eighth stroke of the clock, brought her to the consciousness of her whereabouts and to the realization that the time had come when she must make known her decision. Turning to the empty case she thrust the instrument into it, and dreamily gazing before her, addressed the violin re- provingly: VVhy should I hesitate on your account? You, 2. box of wood, a lifeless objectg You, a thing without a soul! -