Johnstown High School - Spectator Yearbook (Johnstown, PA)

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be ilsligbu School., Spectator VOL. XIII HIGH ScHooL, JOHNSTOWN, PA. No. 1 Evening By J. H. C. ,II HEN nature once again to man completes Her daily, beauteous, uplifting task, And preparation for repose repeats, Enrobing now in peace with dusk lier niaslcg VVhen sun-tinged, wing-like clouds enfringe the moon. And mirror-lake reflects in masquerade, VVhe11 bird, save nightingale or owl or loon, Seeks rest and sleep in yonder darkening shadeg VVhen man's own weary toil is at an end, And timeior meditation come, for thought- f 'Tis then our hearts revealttheir hidden trend, Our souls seek restvin hope f-rom battles fought: i ' 'a ' 1 - -

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Contents Evening ........... That Fresh from Nevada . Military Men as Writers. . His Song. . . ..... . . A Visit to Mackinac Isiand , . N ina's Escapade ...... A Summer Night The Duet . . . An Aviation Meet . . Counting the Cost . . Tricky ........ Whither Thou Goest . . Editorial ...... Alumni . . . Athletics ..... School News . . . The Funny Spot . .

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2 The Spectator That Fresh from Nevada By VValdo C. Wright ,II OVV you all know, fellows, that if a guy ever becomes a college WVillie it is in the year that he combs back his hair, rams a pipe into his jaw, rolls up his trousers at least two laps, and commences to abuse his unsophisticated underclass- mates. The Fresh are usually too frightened to protest against being dragged out of bed at midnight. So the Hcourageu of the Sophs sometimes attains dangerous proportions. But luckily for humanity there is, as our old friend Emerson asserts, a law of retaliation. For my part I most heartily agree with our esteemed philosopher, since I bucked up against his law one year myself. That year a bunch of seven of us Sophs had been sticking together for a whole lot of this hazing business. We had been pretty fortunate in hitting green material and were at the stage that our hats didn't fit comfortably. We had waded nearly through the Freshman Dormitory, but had been chagrined sev- eral times that a young cowboy was always missing from his room the nights we went after him. It had become somewhat of a mystery until Bantum stumbled over a piece of rope along the west end of the Dorm. The rope was fastened to a window sill on the second story and was neatly concealed by the thick vines that covered the wall. VVe soon had the rope cut off just as high as Jones could reach after we gave him a boost, Then we' seven retreated to a nearby lilac bush to watchifor the fun when our cowpuncher should make his nocturnal descent. But after it grew dark and our legs felt cramped Bantum lost his patience, crawled over Skinny, shook his fist at us in scorn and growled. You're a bunch of boobs, all of you. Why don't you go along up to his room. We'll take the guy out for a time. Come 'long, you soap-heads. e Now, we, being Sophs of the first water, could not play yel- low to such a challenge. So off we set after Bantum, who had taken the upper cement walk towards the Dorm. Soon he swung into the grass, bringing us around to the back entrance