Johnstown High School - Spectator Yearbook (Johnstown, PA)

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I6 The Spectator i f But she stopped. It seemed to murmur. She stopped to listen and it whispered, NVe have been so much to each otherfl She was about to take it up again when the other violin made answer to her own, But we will play together. just then there was a knock at the door. She knew who it was and called to him to enter. He opened the door and stepped in, but hesitated. She was kneeling just oposite him, between the two violins. Rising slowly, she advanced to meet him. I have come for your answer, he said softly. Her head drooped, she struggled and finally won. Raising her head again she answered slowly, We will play togetherf, . -iii. I I V, Q ,. .

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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! -

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The Spectator I7 An Aviation Meet By W. R. T. ,II n HE first heavier-than-air machines I have ever seen, aside from Russ' and those in pictures, were at an aviation meet at Asbury Park this summer. The meet was scheduled to run only a week, but on account of adverse weather conditions it proved so unsatisfactory that it was cotinued for three more days. On the first two of these days a high wind was blowing, which meant no Hying, for all the aviators seem to agree with Curtiss, who said: When you see kites in the air you don't see me. Some of the air-men, disgusted- at the weather, leftg only Hoxsey, Johnstone and Brookins remained for the closing day. The last day of the meet dawned clear and bright, with hardly a breath of air blowing-an ideal day for flying. When we arrived at the field, the three aviators were busily engaged in testing wires and supports and in filling up with gasoline, oil and water. Promptly at the scheduled time, johnstone's machine, a Wright biplane, was pulled out on the field. After Johnstone had cranked his motor he took his place in the driver's seat, preparatory to starting. He turned on more gasoline and the motor responded with a roar, sending the propellors around so quickly that they looked like one unbroken surface. The ma-