Johnstown High School - Spectator Yearbook (Johnstown, PA)

Text from Pages 1 - 64 of the 1912 volume:

Contents Page The First Valentine............ 3 Washington..................... 5 A Plea for Student Government 6 A Strike Breaker’s Reverie..... 9 Will’s Valentine............... 12 A Soldier’s Sacrifice.......... 13 Sir Roger at the Moving Pictures 15 The Reconciliation............. 16 For the Honor of the Conservatoire 18 Brothers....................... 19 The Power of Music as Describ- ed by English Poets.......... 21 A Speedy Recovery.............. 23 A Valentine..................... 26 Editorials...................... 28 Society........................ 31 Current Events................. 32 Exchanges...................... 34 About The School............... 35 Athletics...................... 37 Jokes .......................... 40 Adds........................... 43 Lives of great men all remind us We can make or lives sublime, And departing leave behind us Footprints on the sands of time.— Longfellow. THE SPECTATOR 3 Ullu' ijigh § riuuil apertator Truth to the fact and a good spirit in the treatment' ’ Vol. XIV. Johnstown, Pa., March, 1912. No. 6. The First Valentine MARGARET AMBROSE, ’13. All were busy, from the proud peacock, displaying his plum- age at every turn, to the snow-white doves, calling to one another. Each had to do his part to make the departure of the Maiden Spring a pleasant one. She must hold beautiful memories of the wonderful Garden of Pynas, after she has left it to take to Earth some of its joys. The orioles and nightingales rehearsed their concerts; the fountain played a low melody as it shot up colored sprays of mist. All the devoted servants of Spring were happy in preparing pleasure for her. A lilac bush hid the one unhappy occupant of the Garden. With his head bent in his hands and by his side the neglected bow and arrow, Cupid moped, realizing for the first time the bitter- ness of defeat. He could not shut the memory of it out of his mind. Over and over again pictures flitted before him. Now they became connected and he reviewed his disaster from begin- ning to end. He saw himself as he entered unseen the grove of King Leer. Hiding behind a tall pine, he watched the beautiful Princess and the young court-jester take a morning walk. He heard again the pleasant conversation of these young people who had been playmates from childhood. “Don’t you enjoy this grove, Jaqucr; where you can get away from those people who want you to be funny all the time? Isn’t it often hard to laugh and make other people laugh; surely some- times you must want to be serious ?” “Then listen to me, little Princess,” Jaquer replied, as he help- ed her to a mossy seat on a little knoll and threw himself at its foot. “I often saw you when you were just a tiny child, sitting on the throne with the King. When old Count Mardow would entan- gle his long beard in the medals on his coat, I remember how you would clench your hands and how tightly you would close your mouth to keep from laughing. Then when I feel dull, and jok- ing seems impossible. I recall the lesson you silently taught me from the throne, and win out.” 4 THE SPECTATOR The little Princess’ eyes shone and laughingly she said, “I am glad of that; and, Jaquer, do you remember”—and she placed her hand on the shoulder of her attendant anti laughed as she re- called some picture in the past. A shudder passed over Cupid as he recollected that moment. In a mischievous mood he had lifted the silver bow and sent a tiny gold arrow into the heart of the jester. Then fearing detec- tion he had hurried away. A change came over the jester at that moment. At first he did not realize it. A day later he knew that he had lost his little playmate, for he could never treat Ralein the same. The days that followed brought a strange silence over him, which the Princess could not understand. Jaquer avoided her and she noticed that his acting in the court was forced. Then Cupid realized his mistake. How could this court- jester ever hope to win the daughter of the King he served, when the King, with a selfish love for his daughter, had kept her awav from all the world with only a jester for her companion? For months Cupid had watched for the lonely little Princess and the young jester, who was fighting daily an inward passion. Then he came to the Garden of Pvnas, dejected and miserable. The happiness here contrasted strongly with his sorrow. He could not forget what he had done. Two white doves alighted on the lawn very near him. As he looked at these little carriers of happiness, a sudden thought came to him. At his call they alighted on his outstretched hand, list- ening attentively while he told them what he wished them to do. Then thev flew awav. Soon they returned carrying a basket woven of delicate flowers. Into this their little master jumped and buried himself beneath the petals. The doves took up the flowery array and flew away, away from the Garden of Pvnas out into the great world. Over the grove of King Leer thev paused and fluttered down toward a green knoll, where sat a little Princess. The carriers placed the basket in her lap and then rose to the branches of the tall pine. Ralein smiled as one who believes he is enjoying a pleasant dream, though half awake. Unseen within Cupid sent out another tiny arrow and finished his mission. Then bursting forth from his flowery covering he stood before the girl. In eloquent words he pled the case of Jaquer. Would she not come with him to the Garden of Pvnas ? No mortal can resist this little god of love. Jaquer, drawn toward the knoll, found them there. Ralein called to him and Cupid beckoned. He came and understood. With a smile Cupid turned away. The doves fluttered near. The first valentine was a success. THE SPECTATOR 5 Washington ROMAN WIDMANN, ’l2. At the mention of the name of Washington, there is presented to our minds such a vast field for appreciation that we are dazzled by the abundance of material confronting us when we attempt to pay tribute to his greatness. To discuss his honesty, his integ- rity, his sincerity, his loyalty, and his faithfulness in the discharge of his many and arduous duties would require volumes. Many contend that his unrivaled pre-eminence was due to his rank and fortune. This, however, is not true, for, as you shall see, his great success was due to his own intrinsic worth, his sterling qualities, and his patriotic loyalty. In early youth his devotion to home and mother, and the fact that he could frame a moral code of his own and have the courage to live up to it, show his thoroughness and strong sense of faith- fulness to duty. Next we see him employed in an important mission for his Government. Here he undertook to accomplish every duty that was assigned to him. His daring as a surveyor and messenger and his bravery in the French and Indian War make him worthy of our greatest admiration. Later, when the oppression of England became intolerable, and his countrymen arose in defense of their sacred right of liberty, Washington became their champion, arid after countless hardships in a long and trying war, by his victories he secured for his countrymen the right for which they had been willing to die. Finally, as a just reward for his long and faithful service, his country bestowed on him the highest gift in its power by unanimously electing him the first President of the new Republic. In that office he showed himself the great statesman, just as in war he had shown himself the great soldier. It was well, indeed, for our country that we had for our first President a man who, by his kindness of heart, good sense, good manners and fine breed- ing, gave to his office and to the Government the dignity which was part of himself and of his own high character. What tribute shall we pay to the great man? Surely it is not too much to expect that his name will live to be spoken with love and reverence to the end of time. May we not also show in our lives that through his influence we have been led to “ feel the high, stern-featured beauty Of plain devotedness to duty” ? 6 THE SPECTATOR A Plea For Student Government MARY GLENN, ’13. We, the Directors of the Johnstown Schools, meet to discuss the conditions of our High School. It is true our High School is good. It has an excellent school paper, literary societies, athletic and glee clubs, besides other worthy organizations. Nevertheless, it lacks one important thing; namely, student gov- ernment. By student government we mean where the student body governs the school. This body makes the constitution of the school. Every student has an equal part in the management of affairs. It is his duty first to see that he himself behaves properly, then to see that others behave properly. Where this system prevails the students choose a representative committee from among their number, with at least one representative from each class. This committee has jurisdiction over such cases as damaging school property, difficullies between students, and gen- eral deportment. It is also the duty of this committee to make new pupils acquainted with the laws of the organizations. Recommendations for punishment are made either to the faculty or to the school board, while the methods of chastisement are decided by those on the committee. In case a committeeman is guilty of misbehavior, the students select another student to take his place. In general, this is an independent form of govern- ment in the school. I will now endevor to show you how beneficial this system of self-government is to the student. It benefits the student in three ways. First, it gives him individuality. By the liberty it offers, this government aids the student to know himself. Moreover, it dis- tinguishes him from those about him. It puts responsibility on the single student. To him alone is given the command of himself. He must act according to his own sense of duty. He is compelled to feel his importance. He realizes that the government of the school depends solely upon his government. The very knowledge that he must be the chooser of his own conduct gives him personality. Thus, as the student learns his importance he becomes self- assured. As the idea of duty develops in his mind, he gradually learns how much ability he possesses. It is with him as with a person learning to ride a bicycle. At first he is cowardly. When he realizes that he must depend upon himself, he suddenly dis- covers that he has mastered all difficulties. THE SPECTATOR 7 In addition to this the student becomes brave. He feels his freedom. He does not hesitate to speak or to act among a num- ber of fellow-students. In this way the student becomes self- reliant and shows his personality. The power of choice and action is the core of individuality. The second influence which self-government has upon the student is that it makes him an excellent pupil. It helps him to be a credit to his school. In its very origin, student government is an honor league. It means to the student that others have confidence in him. This naturally arouses within the student a desire to prove himself worthy of trust. The other morning one of our preceptors an- nounced to her girls that she would leave it to each person to see that she did not talk on the way to, or during chapel. It was re- markable to see how well each one behaved, merely because the teacher appealed to the student’s honor. With this system of control, in examinations and daily les- sons, the student is less apt to borrow work from his neighbor. Surrounded by other pupils who are honest, the student is un- able to do anything except his own work. On the other hand, if there is a number of pupils incapable of managing themselves these must appear before the committee, who not only punishes them, but also segregates them from each other. By this method of control the student is encouraged to be honest. Now, the student, having realized his responsibility, confident in himself, encouraged by the trust of others, sees before him a high ideal; to make his school something to be proud of. He comes into close relations with the school. He makes it his duty not to disturb the order of the school or to harm the school in any way. On the other hand, his chief thought is to think care- fully before he acts, and to act for the welfare of his school. For example, the Lynchburg High School, employing this govern- ment, says, “The system of selfrgovernment is the boast of our school. Never before have we had such great results in both discipline and work.” So this organization arouses true school spirit: it inspires the student to raise the standard of his school. However, the greatest help self-government gives the student is in preparing him to take his place in the world. Without it there will be no proper system and order in the regulation of life. Especially is self-government helpful in preparing the student to be a citizen. It brings him in close fellowship with the other students and acquaints him with government. It makes him free to act for himself. This government of the student body, through which all the pupils have equal rights, this liberty, is in its very essence pure democracy. For this reason the method of self- government, similar to the government of our country, is helpful in 8 THE SPECTATO R teaching the student the first steps of good citizenship. Greater than all it gives the student character. The student� is not entirely educated until he has learned to control himself. The world is quicker to criticize an educated man for lacking self-control than an uneducated one. The self-government organ- ization teaches the student self-control. In this way he gains character, for self-control is the primary basis of individual char- acter. It is the key to all virtues. No matter what profession the student takes up, if he be a religious, business, or political man, he will need self-government; without it he will lack pa- tience, be wanting in tact, and have neither the power of govern- ing himself or of managing others. The student will find that self-control smooths the way of life. “In the supremacy of self- control.” says Herbert Spencer, “consists one of the perfections of the ideal man. Not to be impulsive—not to be spurred hither and thither by each desire that in turn comes uppermost—but to be self-reliant, self-balanced, governed by the joint decision of the feelings in council assembled, before whom every action shall have been fully debated and calmly determined, that it is which education, moral education at least, strives to produce.” Indeed, it is by means of self-government that the truly heroic character is perfected. So we see the necessity of student government. There are some people wfa hesitate to introduce this form of government into our High School. They sav that the students would not feel their responsibility enough; if a popular person, such as a football palver, should do something wrong the students would overlook his wrongdoing. At such a time the student’s honor is tested. Tn Kansas, at the Wichita High School, a self-govern- ment school, a number of the boys became disorderlv during chapel exercises. Speaking of this, this school’s paper said that the Students’ Council had proved its sterling worth to the school by its recent action in regard to the members who participated in the disturbance. The Council was not influenced by the faculty opinion, but acted on its own judgement and. by punishing the offenders, did what it considered its duty to the school. Nine cases out of ten. the students will prove loyal to the laws of the organization. High Schools all over the United States are using this form of control. So far. there has not been one of these known to be a failure. On the contrav, each has been a won- derful success. The Johnstown High School, if it wishes to produce students measuring up to the ideal student of today, must fall in line with the other High Schools and introduce the system of student gov- ernment. THE SPECTATOR 9 A Strike Breaker’s Reverie FRANK R. GEIS, ’l2. William Keene, Division Superintendent of the C P. R., left the elevator and entered the outer office of the President’s suite, on the sixth floor of the $30,000,000 Chicago depot, which housed the headquarters of the line. “The President has requested me to come and talk over some matters of business with him,” he said to the clerk who now greeted him. “Yes, sir; he said that he was expecting you, and he request- ed, in case you appeared while he was engaged, that you wait, as the business which he wished to discuss with you is of great importance.” Seating himself in a chair, Keene picked up a magazine, but after listlessly turning a number of pages, he found that he could not concentrate his thoughts. From below came the click of typewriters and the soft drone of voices, as letter after' letter was dictated to countless stenographers in the correspondence depart- ment of the railroad. Restlessly Keene arose from his chair, walk- ed over to a window, and looked out. Spread out before his gaze was a broad vista of shining tracks, formed into countless labyrinths, with many signal towers placed between them, and with hundreds of shrieking, puffing locomo- tives and thousands of freight and passenger cars upon the vari- ous byways. Some of the locomotives were at rest: others were in motion. Here a swift passenger train was tearing down a central track; there upon a side track day coaches, sleepers, ob- servation cars, and diners were enjoying a thorough renovation at the hands of the cleaning force; here a long serpent-like freight train was leaving the domain of the “Windy City officials; there a screeching yard engine was transferring freight cars from one iron-shod path to another; in the foreground and growing dim in the distance were thousands of the diverse members of a freight train in all stages of loading and unloading cargoes. As his eye gathered in detail after detail, his glance rested upon a toiling freight train, far in the distance. As he watched its laborious progress, his thoughts turned to the time not more than ten years previous, when he himself had guided the destinies of a train from the cab of a locomotive. Left an orphan in the world at the age of seven. Willie Keene had been taken into the county orphanage. At the age of 17 he accepted a position with the railroad. Strict attention to duty and a willing disposition had caused him to rise from one position to a higher one. At the age of 24 he was one of the 10 THE SPECTATOR best known and most trusted freight engineers on the line. His run began at Millvale, a town of 30,000 inhabitants, four hours’ ride from Chicago, and extended to Lewistown, five hours’ jour- ney farther west. He clearly recalled the gray morning of April 9, 1908, when the major portion of the company’s employees, because of the refusal of that concern to grant higher wages, had struck. Of the 4,300 employees of the company at Millvale, only about 200, among them Keene, had reported for duty. Day succeeded day, and while the company steadily refused to treat with the strik- ers, the amount of unmoved freight in the yards tripled, quadrupled, and increased further until the corporation decided to employ thousands of strike-breakers. This method of dealing with the strike relieved the congestion, but the strikers, seeing their hope of re-employment and of a settlement vanishing, re- sorted to violence. The clashes between them and the strike-breakers daily increased in number and ferocity; the police, aided by the company’s officers and by numerous special depu- ties, had their hands full maintaining order. On the night of the 4th of March the strikers, in a monster mass meeting, decided to resort to their last and trump card, violence. With the break of the next dawn the rioting began and in- creased in fierceness as hour succeeded hour. The Mayor had three days before ordered all saloons closed, but nevertheless the strikers were supplied with liquor, and their conduct became accordingly much worse. By 10 o’clock even the discharge of firearms had failed to quiet the mob. By half-past to the riot- ing assumed such proportions that the Mayor telegraphed the Governor for the militia. Shortly after noon the Mayor received the following reassuring telegram: “Chicago, 12:40 p. m. “Mayor Schillts, Millvale, Illinois. “Eight companies of the First Regiment, Illinois National Guard, with the regiment’s machine gun platoon, left here about twenty minutes ago. The train will go as a special and should reach Millvale about 3 :30. “BELL, Adjutant-General.” As this news reached the men in the roundhouse and in the other buildings, whom a hundred and twenty police and deputies were with labor protecting, a loud cheer arose. As the hands of the clock crept past 2 and the strikers in wild charges were with difficulty driven back by the discharge of firearms or the use of the fire hose, the tension became almost unbearable. At twenty-five minutes past 2 the telegraph officer from the signal station adjacent to the roundhouse, in a state of great ex- THE SPECTATO R 11 citement, rushed up to Mr. Carey, the foreman of the roundhouse, and handed him the following message: “Strikers blew up two hundred feet of track here. Train with soldiers stalled. Send help. “McCRANE, Operator, Williamsburg.” As soon as the vital significance of the news had impressed Carey, he turned to the men, read the telegram aloud and said: “You all know what will happen should the soldiers not arrive here in time. I need not, therefore, warn you of the necessity of immediate action upon our part. I purpose to hook a couple of empty freight cars from the yards to an engine, attempt to run the gauntlet of the strikers, cover the fourteen miles to Williams- burg and then return with the troops. I need two men to ac- company me and as it is an extremely hazardous undertaking, I prefer men with no family connections.” A hundred voices shouted, “I will go,” “Take me.” Carey running his eye over the assemblage picked Keene as engineer and a man named Myers as his fireman. As Keene’s engine left the shelter of the roundhouse ten min- utes later missiles were thrown at them. On their left they could see a party of strikers setting freight cars afire. Seeing several empty freight cars on a siding nearby, Keene backed the engine so that the cars could be connected with it. Carey sprang off to couple them, but as his feet touched ground a brickbat hurled by a striker knocked him senseless. Myers, the fireman, then leap- ed down, made the connection, and the train pulled off, just as the leaders of the strikers reached the spot. Keene was just con- gratulating himself upon his escape, the town having been left a mile behind, when over the top of the tender appeared the leer- ing eyes of three strikers. Myers seized a shovel, Keene a wrench, and there on the top of the tender, they closed with the enemy. Myers’ first blow knocked a striker senseless, but an- other had meanwhile leaped on Keene and was slowly choking him. Keene’s assailant was a larger man than himself, and was besides armed with a stout stick. The struggle, however, soon resolved itself into a wrestling match. Keene had downed his assailant and had put him hors de combat by a blow on the chin, when the third striker, who had vanquished Myers, leaped at him. The two met and on the top of the swaying, speeding tender, the struggle continued. Keene soon realized that it would tax even his enormous strength developed by hard exercise and a clean life, for him to hold his own. For five, six, eight minutes the struggle was prolonged; now one, now the other had the ad- vantage ; knowing that his strength would not much longer en- dure the enormous strain, Keene, by a last desperate attempt, 12 THE SPECTATOR threw the enemy. Releasing one hand for a moment he seized a lump of coal, and while his foe attempted to choke him he beat him into unconsciousness with it. He then climbed back into the cab, and brought the train into Williamsburg. Seeing his ap- proach the soldiers greeted him with a cheer, clambored aboard, and while the return journey was being made Keene related the conditions to the Colonel in command. As they neared the town, the Colonel gave the order, “Fix bayonets,” and as the train drew into the railroad yards and the men leaped off, “Strike forma- tion,” “Double quick time,” and “Charge” followed each other in rapid succession. After the strike was broken two weeks later, Keene was call- ed to the President’s office, presented with a check for $1,000, and offered the post of foreman of his own roundhouse. Carey and Myers were also promoted. Since then the end of each year had found Keene occupying a more responsible and more remunerative position; three months previous he had been offered his present situation. As Keene ended his reverie a clerk announced that the Presi- dent would see him. Will’s Valentines ESTELLA FRICK, ’14. It was a week before St. Valentine’s Day. Will, the bad boy of Beesville, had bought two pretty valentines and he hadn;t bought them for nothing. In this village lived Pat McDonald, the general storekeeper. Many a time Bridget McQuire had gone into his store; many a time had he wished he could muster up courage to ask her to become his wife, but his nerve had always failed him at the critical moment. Now it was Leap Year and he was hoping that she would ask the fatal question. But his hope had not been realized. Pat and Bridget were to be the honored recipients of Will’s valentines. Though it was a week before St. Valentine’s Day, when he purchased them, his eagerness got the better of him and he mailed them the same day. The next morning Pat received a letter. On opening it, he found a valentine with the inscription, “I love you,” and Bridget’s name signed to it. “If I had only known it before,” sighed Pat. Meanwhile Bridget had also received a valentine which bore the motto, “Will you marry me? Pat.” Bridget was in an THE SPECTATO R 13 ecstacy of delight. That afternoon Pat closed the general store and hurried over to Bridget’s house with his precious valentine. “Good afternoon Bridget, said Pat. “Good afternoon, said Bridget, conducting Pat into the par- lor, where they remained for a long while. “Oi’m so glad that ye love me,” exclaimed Pat. Who told ye oi love ye? answered Bridget. “Why this valentine ye sent me told me, said Pat. “Oi niver sint the likes of ye a valentine, Bridget replied. Then followed a careful examination of the valentines. “Begorrah,” exclaimed Pat, “it must ’afe been St. Valentine himself who sent them. But will ye marry me anyway, Bridget? “Oi will, Pat,” replied Bridget, “if ye promise to do what oi tell ye after we are married.” Oi promise,” said Pat. When Will heard the news, he congratulated Pat and teased him about the valentines. “How did he know about the valentines,” thought Pat and aloud he asked, “Were ye the little brat that sint them?” Will confessed what he had done and on Valentine’s Day he was the guest of honor at the wedding of Pat McDonald and Bridget McQuire. A Soldier’s Sacrifice JOS. KAMINSKY, ’l2. The Crimean War raged fiercely. Gen. Marivin, the Russian military expert, was home with his mother in St. Petersburg. She was afflicted with cholera. The last call came for the young gen- eral to report for duty, and he realized that he had to go. He left in October, a few days after the call. The parting words of his kind mother rang in his ears: “Alexis, come back before I die.” The ride to Odessa was long, but nevertheless the time passed rapidly, and he reached his destination within twenty- eight hours. He was met by cheers and shouts from the entire army, but his heart remained heavy. He led his regiment west- ward, where he combined his forces with those of Gen. Rinas. The combined forces moved southward where the Czar ordered them to attack some Turkish forces. Meeting the foe the Rus- sians almost annihilated the Turkish army. Here, Gen. Marivin was greatly honored, Czar Nicholas I himself awarding him a medal for excellent work and heroic bravery. The Turks, deter- mined to avenge their defeat and regain their lost power, mus- 14 THE SPECTATOR tered their forces from the forts along the Black Sea and the Russian border, and sent them to meet the combined forces of Nicholas I. In this contest the Turks were determined to win, and they outnumbered the Russians five to one. The battle was soon at hand, and Nicholas assigned Marivin the entire command, even over the veteran Rinas. Nicholas left for a sm ll town near at hand, for he always left the battlefield until the combat was over. When the Turkish forces appeared in battle array, Gen. Rinas shuddered at the sight and really hesitated to engage in the contest, but Marivin felt that it must be fought. When the strife began, Marivin ordered the left wing to ad- vance and by thus doing he opened the Turkish line. In the meantime the forces under Rinas were gradually being defeated. An order was then given that all the forces should unite and attack the Turks. This was done, but unfortunately the plan failed. Then, as Marivin was giving the last signal a messenger call- ed him aside. He immediately rode to the rear, expecting to hear some advice or a new plan, but the messenger quietly said, “Your mother is dying; come at once.” The general hesitated. The disgrace of leaving the field of battle recurred to his considera- tion, and on the other hand the last words of his mother re- echoed. At last filial love conquered, and he headed for the Rus- sian capital, where he arrived only in time to press the hand of his dying mother at the last minute. When Rinas fully under- stood the circumstances of his forces, he sent a messenger to Nicholas for aid; the Czar immediately sent his body guard, un- der an experienced general, to aid in the decisive contest. But it was useless. The Russian army was put to flight. After the battle Czar Nicholas came to the remaining forces. After inquiring concerning Marivin’s departure he sent for Mari- vin 'and told him that he had lost his position in the army. Mari- vin begged forgiveness, but the stern ruler refused to hear his plea. Marivin lost his glory and popularity. Some called him traitor; others a coward. Few realized the pangs which came to the noble heart of a hero, a real hero, because he had sacrificed his fame and honor for his mother’s love. THE SPECTATOR 15 Sir Roger At The Moving Pictures CHARLES BUTLER, ’l2. My friend, Sir Roger, and I were aimlessly strolling up Main street, when a thought came to my mind. As I knew that the old gentleman was fond of pictures, I invited him to go to the moving picture show. He assented. Sir Roger was no more than seated when he remarked, “It is not very often that the women take off their hats. They generally leave that to the men.” The first reel pictured a hunting expedition. The old man became so interested that he took his pipe out of his pocket, and was about to light it when I intervened. Sir Roger said, “This reminds me of an old fox chase that I engaged in about twenty- five years ago; but those young hunters are not to be compared with us old fellows.” In the meantime one of the hunters in the picture, a hand- some young fellow who had been hunting from early in the morning until noon, became so hungry that he decided to go to a farmhouse for something to eat. The fox hunter was riding on a white horse which reminded Sir Roger of the old white pad he kept in his stable. I heard the old knight mumble to himself. “That fellow’s horse cannot run so fast as mine ran on the day I shot the big gray fox.” The fox hunter dismounted and tied his horse to a tree. He rapped at the door and a pretty girl respond- ed. She bade him come in. The young gentleman and pretty girl were soon engaged in conversation. He made several calls to see her, and after a series of pictures they were happily mar- ried. I noticed Sir Roger drop his head. Then he said aloud. “Do you know thqt young fellow did more in one day than I did in all my life? Well, perhaps he is a little better looking than I am, but I’ll wager that I can beat him hunting hares and foxes.” The second reel pertained to farm life. Several children were riding on top of a hay wagon. As the farmer drove his wagon along the side of a steep hill, the wagon leaned threateningly. Sir Roger, who has often talked entertainingly on the subject of un- necessary accidents, pushed his shoulder against mine as if he were helping to upright the wagon. Then much to the amuse- ment of the audience he shouted, “Those children will be killed!” When the last reel, which pictured a German beer garden, was put on I saw on Sir Roger’s face a look of intense interest. The knight cried, “Do you see that old fellow sitting at the right of the table? Well, he just looks like Sir Andrew Freeport. I used to argue with him every time I went to the coffee house. He was always wrong; his arguments failed to make clear his 16 THE SPECTATOR point. He never convinced me.” The old knight was surprised to see one of the waiters trip on a rug and throw the contents of his tray over the drinkers. The proprietor discharged the man. Sir Roger said. “That is one thing I never did, except once, when a servant shot the fox I was just about to shoot. I have had the same servants for the last thirty years, except that one who did that mean trick. I always treated them like brothers and never scolded them. All my servants are old and gray like myself. They were always good servants and did what I asked them.” As the space became blank, there was an expression of awe on Sir Roger’s face. Then as he and I were passing out of the theater, the spectators gazed and laughed heartily at the old knight, who, with violent gesticulations, assured me that the fox chase was not a perfect representation of English sportsmanship. The Reconciliation FRED IRWIN, ’l2. Hartman walked over to the window of the small cabin. He saw heavy snow cover the surrounding country with a peaceful garment. Opening the door he found the snow drifted three feet high. He pushed through its damp heap to the edge of the clear- ing in which his hut stood. For fully a quarter of an hour he look- ed in all directions. The snow had been undisturbed. He pierced the snow-covered forest with alert glances for some signal of his brother’s approach, but the more he looked tlie more his vision became blinded. He strained his ears for some sound, but he heard no other than the howling of the wind and the swaying of the boughs. The falling snow had already covered up his foot- steps. Sadly he re-entered the cabin. He went to the window again hoping against hope for his brother’s return. Then he approached a couch in one corner of the room, the only bedroom furniture there. Tears started into his eyes, and he clenched his fists to restrain his grief, as he gazed at the corpse of his mother. She' had died two nights ago, and Jerry, who had not yet returned home, was ignorant of the great sorrow. His brother knew that he bad gone into town a week ago for no other purpose than to invest every cent he owned in liquor. Jerry was the limit—no one could doubt it. His THE SPECTATOR 17 brother’s threats, his mother’s kind words of admonition, were of no avail. Ned Hartman cursed his brother’s drunkenness and returned to the side of the couch. He touched the gnarled, cold, misshapen old hand: he stooped to kiss the withered sunken cheek, and ran his fingers slowly through the beautiful gray hair of the aged head. “Poor, old ma,” he murmured, as he kneeled down and caress- ed her lifeless hand. “This is the first time I’ve shed a tear since pa died, back in Atchison, fifteen years ago. I thought the sturdy forest life of the West had made me callous to grief and sorrow. But the tears must come. If only Jerry were here to share my sorrow, if only he had seen her. She asked for him, the dear angel. She loved him anyhow.” Ned reflected on the recent quarrel between him and Jerry when he had told Jerry that each would work for himself in the future. Now the only influence capable of holding them to- gether had vanished. Ned was still determined in his opinion. As he knelt and held the dead hand, the door opened, a gust of wind blew into the room and a man .staggered in. “You don’t need to be afraid, ma, I’m not dangerous tonight— I’m just happy and nois—” He stopped when he saw his brother kneeling by the side of his mother. He looked at the closed eyes; he knelt and kissed the cold lips, and sobbed like a child. “You’ve done it, you young fool. You’ve killed her with your drunken meanness. We’ll bury the noble soul tomorrow and then we part.” At first Jerry paid no attention to his brother. He continued to sob. Finally he realized the deplorable life he had led, the misery and suffering he had caused. “I know, Ned, you only stuck it out for her sake. Why. I can’t get along without you. I only made two dollars last week and I can’t get along on that. I’m sorry, Ned, I'm sorry for her and for you. Won’t you give me a chance to show you what my mother has done for me?” Ned hesitated. He was always stern, serious, resolute. He pondered deeply. He approached the window and observed the darkness gathering over the snow-robed landscape. He returned to his mother’s side; he looked at her, then at Jerry. He ad- vanced to his brother, slapped him on the back, and held out his hand. “Here you are, kid. I’ll give you one more chance. She’s all I ever had out here, and I know she’d have me do it. I pity you. You’re a weak fool. I’ll forgive you, Jerry, but reconciliations can never obliterate the pain in the hearts of those who loved us.” 18 THE SPECTATOR For The Honor of the Conservatoire DOROTHY SMITH, ’14. One cold February evening an old man with a stout stick was walking in the most fashionable quarter of Paris. He was thinly dressed, and was shivering with the cold. He was buffeted about by the hurrying crowds, and was apparently at a loss to know which way to go next. His right arm pressed to his side an oblong packet wrapped in a checkered cotton handkerchief. He untied the checkered handkerchief disclosing an old violin and bow. Raising the instrument, he tried to play, but only harsh and inharmonious sounds came from the violin. With a sob he sank upon the steps, resting the instrument upon his knees. Three young men came down the street singing a college song which was then very popular among the students at the Conservatoire de Musique. One of them accidentally knocked off the man’s hat. The barehead violinist rose to his feet. “Pardon, monsieur.” said one of the boys, “I hope you are not hurt.” The speaker picked up the old man’s hat. “No,” was the reply. Seeing the violin, the young man asked, “You are a mu- sician ?” “I was one.” Two great tears rolled down the old man’s face. “What is the matter? Are you ill?” “No,” he replied, “but I cannot play any longer, and I am starving.” The boys felt for coins in their pockets. But they were poor students and had no money to give to him. “I tell you what we’ll do,” cried the one. “David, you take the violin and Charley, you sing, while I go round with the hat.” The boys, thinking of the sport, pulled their hats down over their eyes and turned their coat collars up, so they would not be identified, and began the music. Such masterful music did not customarily come from the instruments of street players. Win- dows of the palatial houses flew up and heads were thrust from the openings; those who had gone on retraced their steps. A large audience soon listened to the music. Charley sang the fav- orite part from “La Dame Blanche,” in a manner that held the audience speelbound. It rained money when the song was ended. “One more tune,” whispered the treasurer. “Bring out those bass notes of yours, David. I’ll help you out with the baritone, Charley. Sing your best, fellows, for mind we are singing not merely to assist the old man, but also for the honor of the Con- servatoire.” THE SPECTATOR 19 The three young men played and sang as they probably never played and sang again. The most critical of audiences was en- thralled. Life came back to the old musician; he stood trans- fixed when they had finished, his face lighted up, his eyes glisten- ed. The boys handed him his hat, which had a goodly sum in it. Then, wishing him luck and happiness, they skipped off to tell their companions of their adventure. Brothers WILLIAM HELLER, 12. The men shouldered their muskets, the drum beat, the officer raised his sword and gave the command, and the little company swung down the village street to the broad level pike. The two brothers glanced at each other; each of them was proud, and yet sorry that the other was there. The mother watched until the last glitter of sun on steel had been hidden by a bend in the road, and then threw herself across the bed, sobbing in grief and anguish as she thought that she might never again see her two beloved boys. She would nyss the quiet reliability and strength of John, the elder, the feeling that while he was near she need not worry. She would miss James, too, her darling, the boy whom so short a time ago it seemed to her she had nursed at her breast and hushed to sleep with soft lullabies. Both had disappeared down the cruel, dusty road. John would make a good soldier, for he was steady and reliable; but why did they take bright, gay, laughing, handsome Jimmie? Her mother’s heart still called him Jimmie though he was almost a man. Why could they not leave her one? “John,” she had said, as with hands on his shoulders she gazed with tear-blinded eyes into his, “take care of Jimmie. You are the elder; stand between him and danger.” Aijd John, kissing her, said that he would. The uniforms were faded and torn, the muskets had seen much service, and the two brothers had fought side by side in the ranks of the company that had been swallowed up in the regi- ment, and the regiment in the vast army; the ranks that had been thinned and filled again, and thinned once more. John paced back and forth in front of the tent where his brother lay, the brother who was to be shot when the morning sun sent its first rays of greeting to the slumbering earth, the brother who, wearied by long days of marching and fighting, had 20 THE SPECTATO R gone to sleep on his post; the brother with whom he had played, whom he loved and had promised to care for. Now it was his duty to see that Jimmie did not escape or fail to satisfy the stern decree of the court-martial. As he paced and turned, and paced again, his mother’s words kept ringing in his ears: “Take care of Jimmie. You are the older; stand between him and danger.” Yet he was compelled, by the order of an officer who had forgotten their relationship, or remembering, did not care, to stand between his brother and, not danger, but liberty and life. His love for his brother, and his promise to their mother, fought against his duty to his country and the commands of his superiors. The cold, calm moonlight shone on the face of that pacing sentinel, ut did not reveal the fierce conflict that raged within him. He thought of his mother who would weep at the death of her youngest boy, of the country that demanded a life for neglect of duty, of the mother he loved and to whom he had given his promise, and of the country he loved and had sworn to obey. Why had not some other man been put on guard ? No; that would mean death for his brother. He would keep his promise. He would see that the court's decree had its victim. . He would satisfy both mother and coun- try, both love and honor. “Where is your prisoner?” “He is gone.” “Gone! Gone where ?” “He is gone.” “Did you allow him to escape?” “Yes.” “Do you realize what that means to you?” “Yes.” “Why did you do it?” “He is my brother.” As the first streaks of sunlight broke through the dark veil an officer and a squad of men filed solemnly down the road with a prisoner between them. The shallow, new-made grave seemed to open its arms in welcome. The prisoner, with a calm and peaceful countenance, faced his executioners less moved than they at the tragedy about to be enacted. For him the suffering had ceased. He had done his duty, as it had appeared to him. He was ready to accept the consequences. He waved them back when they would have bandaged his eyes, saying: “I’m not afraid to look at death.” THE SPECTATOR 21 The officer, in a voice in which emotion mingled with stern- ness, gave the order, the soldiers leveled their muskets; the con- demned man’s lips moved as if in prayer. Another order, a vol- ley, and a brave, true spirit had enlisted in that other great army. The mother had her youngest boy to clasp to her breast. The country had received its sacrifice. What mattered it, a private more or less? The Power of Music As Described By English Poets EMILY FEARL, T2. Madame Lillian Nordica was returning from a concert tour; she went straight to her villa in France, accompanied only by her maid. Although she knew no servants were there at the time, she felt no alarm. At nearly midnight she and her maid sat talking together, with only the mellow moonlight flooding the room, when they heard a window off the south balcony being raised; and, a moment later, footsteps in the corridor. Almost paralyzed with fear, no one to help, no weapon at hand, the two sat. Suddenly there flashed over the prima donna a realization of her power of song. “It has moved thousands,” she thought; and with trembling notes she sang what had been uppermost in her thoughts before the entrance of the intruder, “Home, Sweet Home.” Her exquisite voice grew steadier, and it rang out in its clearest, purest strains. Then she sang “Old Folks at Home,” but her audience had gone. The maid saw a dark figure creep through the window and steal across the lawn and out the gate. Some weeks later Madame Nordica received the following letter: “Dear Madame: On the night of....... I entered your home to relieve you of all your diamonds, jewels, and money, but an angel song sang out in the sweet words of my mother’s songs and my hand and my heart were arrested. I vowed never again to do aught that would sorrow that sainted one. I am now engaged in honest work. God bless you!” The power of music is a favorite theme of English poets. They love to dwell upon the charming influences of melody. The motive of the power of music over the moods of man appear again and again in English poetry. Shakespeare was especially fond of writing about this subject. In “The Tempest Alonso was led, by the soothing notes of Ariel’s song, to seek his son Ferdinand ; the half-human Caliban, who was affected by no other kind of beauty, was charmed by the sound of music. Jessica, in 22 TH E SPECTATOR “The Merchant of Venice,” tells her lover that it makes her sad to hear the sweet strains of music. The Duke in “Twelfth Night, who did not stand in his lady’s grace, was consoled by strains of music. Browning wove the Bible story of Saul and David into a poem. In the poem Saul” he shows how powerfully the king was moved by the charm of harmony. Saul was sunk in awful dejection, from which he could not be aroused. Finally, before the king was brought the boy David, who played on his harp and sang; gradually the mighty king was touched, his limbs relaxed, his eyes softened and he became himself. In Dryden’s poem, “Alexander’s Feast, or The Power of Music,” the power of music over man is apparent. Alexander, the son of Philip, who has lately returned triumphant from his Persian conquests, is giving a banquet. He sits on a lofty throne with the lovelv Thais by his side. Opposite, in the midst of the choir, Sits Timo- theus with his lyre. The great musician sings in lofty tones of Jove; Alexander feels himself a god. Then he sings of Bacchus, ever young and fair; straightway the king becomes vain and valiant, three times fights his battles and three times kills his foe. Then, changing the song, Timotheus sings of Darius, whom Alexander conquered. The monarch revolves in his mind the various turns of chance, realizing that he too may fall victim to the same misfortune; at the thought he weeps. Then Timotheus changes his strain; he sings of love and pleasure; filled with amorous passion, Alexander sinks upon the breast of Thais. Sud- denly the music shouts “Refenge! revenge!” In excitement the king seizes a flambeau to destroy his enemies. Thus can music swell the soul of man to rage or kindle soft desire. Shakespeare, perhaps, expresses this thought more strongly than anv other poet when he says, “The man that hath no music in himself, Nor is not mov’d with concord of sweet sounds, Is fit for treasons, stratagems, and spoils; The motions of his spirit are dull as night, And his affections dark as Erebus: Let no such man be trusted.” The poets even imagine that nature is influenced by music. Shakespeare, Milton, and Dryden are fond of the legend that Orpheus magnetized forth trees and stones. This is, perhaps, most beautifully expressed by Dryden in the “Song for St. Cece- lia’s Day” when he says: “Orpheus could lead the savage race, And trees uprooted leave their place Sequacious of the lyre.” THE S P ECTATO R 23 We are familiar from childhood with the poem in which Browning tells of the charm of the Pied Piper from Hamlin. In the little town of Hamlin there was a great pest; the town was overrun with rats and mice. The people could think of no pre- ventive. One day a stranger declared that he could rid the vil- lage of rats. As he walked through the streets blowing on his pipe there came from everywhere big and little rats, old and slim rats, rats with families and lone rats. The Piper led them to the river where they were drowned. The most wonderful belief of English poets is that the world was created from heavenly har- mony, and when the last hour shall come music will untune the sky. English poets would fain make 11s believe that the gods arc affected by music. Milton tells us in “L’ Allegro” and in “II Penseroso” that the music of Orpheus drew iron tears down the cheeks of Pluto. St. Cecelia with her organ drew an angel from heaven. By music beasts are tamed, men are aroused or soothed, gods are touched and drawn from heaven, the universe is changed from chaos into an orderly body, sing the poets. Yea, more, for, Dryden signs, “When the last and dreadful hour This crumbling pageant shall devour, The trumpet shall be heard on high, And music shall untune the sky.” A Speedy Recovery C. G., T3. James Morse walked with slow steps into his private office and, seating himself, propped his feet on the desk. “Well.” he thought dejectedly, “it is all over now. Betty Haynes has refused me; given me up in fact for one of those cads who live on their father’s money and never do a day’s work in their life. How I hate that fellow!” Morse would have given almost anything for five minutes un- disturbed intercourse with his rival. However, he had no doubt that this particular offspring of society would not fight because it was not gentlemanly. What good did his position do him, he thought bitterly? True he was the chief surgeon of the New York Mercy Hospital, and in spite of his youth, the best known and most skillful surgeon in the city. But this renown did not benefit if Betty thought that a fellow who had never been “guilty” 24 THE SPECTATOR of a day’s work was better than one who had attained the high- est honors possible for one of his profession, and this at a very early age. And yet. he reflected, there was no particular pain in the region of his heart. According to all the laws of love he should have been sunk in the depths of despondency and despair and be draining to the dregs the cup of bitterness, and so it was a sur- prise to him that he did not feel so very downcast. And now that he thought of it, one of his friends had recently told him that he was not in love; did not know the meaning of the word. But he was in love, he assured himself, and after a lengthy argument convinced himself that he really was despondent and despairing as a rejected suitor ought to be. Then he sighed more for the sake of carrying out this idea than from any real dejection and turned to his work. He had not been at this long, however, when an assistant sur- geon rushed into the room. “A man has been knocked down bv an auto, sir; fracture of the skull I think; very serious case. Dr. Jones examined the patient and said you were the only man in the city who could save him. Better come at once, sir; patient is in the operating room.” Having delivered this message the young doctor hurried out of the room. Calmly Morse arose, picked up his instrument case, closed his desk, and left the room. A casual observer would have thought him hard and calloused; so emotionless, in fact, as not to care whether the patient lived or died. But this was not the case for he had performed so many operations where a man’s life hung on the slightest movement of his hand that he had lost his former nervousness at an approaching operation and this outward appear- ance of disinterest was only the calm assurance which comes from experience. For he knew that even now everything was being prepared for the operation and that on his arrival he could proceed immediately. When he came to the operating room, he found the patient stretched out on the table, his face covered by a cloth. He ex- amined the wound, a long cut above and behind the ear. Then Dr. Jones, who had been preparing some instruments, stepped forward. “I was going to operate myself, but found that this operation required greater skill than I possess,” he said respect- fully. “so I called you in. We are all ready, you can go ahead as soon as you have finished your inspection.” For a few moments Morse continued his investigation, then accidentally he knocked the cloth from the man’s face. He glanced down, then quickly took a second look at the man’s fea- tures. “Good God,” he gasped aloud, forgetting that he was THE SPECTATOR 25 not alone in the room. And he had good reason, for this man whom he was called on to save was no other than the despised weakling who was to marry Betty. The thought flashed through his mind that fate was kind for had he not wished for a chance to revenge himself not more than fifteen minutes ago and here was his opportunity literally thrust upon him. He had not even had to chase after it like most men. but only to reach out and grasp it, as it were. His brief exami- nation had convinced him that an immediate operation was necessary and he knew that if he did not perform it, Dr. Jones would, and he felt certain unsuccessfully. So all he had to do was to refuse to operate and his revenge would be complete. Even though he had not been sure whether he really loved Betty or not. he was now convinced of one thing, that he thoroughly disliked, even hated this man who lay before him. But his con- science was not to be crushed so easily and his better self now asserted its influence. No; he would not let himself be so weak and cowardlike. His duty was clear. He must save this man’s life no matter what it cost him! So he stood there shaken by- conflicting emotions, now determined to act one way and the next moment equally determined to take the opposite course. His face was stern and the play of feelings was plainly discernible from its expression. He had become entirely oblivious to the fact that there were others in the room waiting on him. when he was abruptly reminded of this fact by a low voice at his elbow: “Is there anything you wish?” asked one of the nurses. He look- ed up suddenly and became aware that this was a new nurse, one whom he had never seen there before. A beautiful girl he de- cided, one at whom any man would have taken a second glance. And truly when she smiled at him the world did not seem so dreary after all. So with one last effort he regained control of himself and set to work, for he knew what this girl would think of him if he refused, and somehow or other he did not wish to let her get a bad opinion of him. He had already lost too much time and now it would require all his skill to save the man. Feverishly he worked. Never in all his life had his fingers moved so quickly, his nerves been so steady, or his hand so sure. Finally, he finished and with a sigh of relief he realized that he had saved one more life. Now he watched the new irurse. How deftly she worked! How graceful every movement! Such a woman he thought should not be here, but in some man’s hony making him happy. Soon she left the room which then seemed to him to have grown suddenly dreary and lifeless. After removing his operating clothes he started toward his 26 THE SPECTATO R office. For the first time he noticed how tired he was. The un- usual strain of the last hour had probably been too much for him. Reaching- his office he lay down on the couch. “After all, he muttered drowsily, “it’s funny I thought I loved Betty Haynes. She isn’t in it with that nurse. She cer- tainly is a peach. I’ll have to become better acquainted with her.” A Valentine MARGUERITE FRY, ’l2. All the furniture had been hauled out of the two great front rooms, the carpets taken up, and the floors waxed till they shone, for Helen Reynor was giving the annual valentine dance. She and her sister Kathie had festooned walls and ceilings with little red hearts, so that .they no longer looked like ordinary rooms, but more like Cupid’s palace. Kathie, the vivacious, the talka- tive, was wonderfully quiet all the while, speaking only when forced to. She was really a puzzle to Helen who, in all her life could not recollect Kathie’s ever before having such an indis- position to speak. Repeatedly she asked what the trouble was, only to be told bv the resentful Kathie, “Why nothin’s wrong; may I not be quiet if I wish to?” So Helen went merrily on with her decorating, too happy over the coming dance to be much worried about her sister’s taciturn mood. At evening came the guests. While the dancers glided over the floor to dreamy waltz music, Kathie stole away to a big bay window, which was partially screened from the room by curtains, and curled herself upon the window seat to think. She knew well why she had been so silent, even though she did not confess it to her sister. Stealthily she drew from her wide, silk sash half of a tally on which was written, “Will you be my valentine?” Six years ago she had written on the other half, “I will,” had torn it off and teasingly given it to Jack Farley at one of the valentine dances. They had been good companions all their school days, but after his family moved away she had seen him no more. THE SPECTATOR 27 Over and over she told herself, “What a silly girl I am to think that Jack Farley still has that tally and ever gives poor Kathie Reynor a thought. Why there are hundreds of other girls to think about besides me.” She determined to forget the old card and was even tempted to tear it up, but something persisted in telling her to keep it. Meantime designing Cupid, hovering near her, interpreted her thoughts and slyly flew away to the town hotel where lonely Jack Farley sat smoking in his apartments, his father having sent him to attend to some affairs concerning their old home. Lighting on his shoulder, the tricky little fellow whispered something to him which made Jack absently reach into his vest pocket and draw forth a torn old tally. He stared at it and then suddenly re- membered. “By Jove! this is Valentine Day! I wonder if they still have their dances? Does Kathie have that tally yet? O, what a fool I am to suppose she even thinks about me any more!” He shoved the bit of paper aside resolutely, puffed away at his cigar, but could not forget Kathie. Jumping up he swung into his overcoat, grabbed his hat, and dashed down the steps to the walk. “Hang it all, there can’t be any harm in walking over to her house and peeping in,” he soliloquized, walking off in that di- rection. Well pleased and chuckling to himself, Cupid sped away, happy over what he had accomplished. In ten minutes Farley stood before the familiar house. Yes, there they were dancing as of old, but—where, where was Kathie ? Nowhere among the laughing dancers could he find her. Then remembering that the bay window was her favorite haunt, he walked over to it and peeped in. There she was—more beautiful than ever and—what was that in her hand ? Surely it was not— yes, it was the tally! Waiting for nothing else, he walked straight through the un- locked door, tiptoed across the floor, unnoticed by any one, and stepped inside the bay window curtains. Kathie, looking up when the curtains were whisked apart, saw him and was too startled to cry out, but vainly tried to conceal her card under a pillow. “Ah, Kathie, you can’t hide it; so won’t you please tell me again you will be my valentine?” he pleaded. Finding herself caught, Kathie surrendered, and her silent mood was ended. 28 THE SPECTATOR (liti' figh §rluuil djmlatnr JOHNSTOWN, PA., MARCH, 1912. SUBSCRIPTION PRICE 75 CENTS. PER COPY. IO CENTS. fcfoturial anil UuBittrsH § taff Editor DONALD E. CUSTER, 1912. Associate Editor. CARL E. GEIS. 1913. School News EMLYN EVANS. 1912 KINTER BLOUGH, 1912 DON O'CONNOR, 1912 Current Events EVERETT CUSTER. 1912 Athletic Editor JOSEPH P. REPLOGLE 1912 Exchange Editors ELDA SHAFFER, 1912 MARGARET A MB ROSE. 1913 Society Editors EVA KATZENSTE1N, 1912 MARGARET WALTERS. '13 Art Editor KARL I). LUDWIG. 1912 ROY KUNTZ, 1913 LEON COLLINS '13 CHARLES ROSE. '13 JULIUS L. PORI AS. '12 School Reporter, FRANK R. GEIS, '12 Business Manager KENNETH P. RIPPLE, 1912 Associates Assistants HARRY RODGERS. 1913 CLARK MESSENGER ’13 FORREST SHAFFER, '12 WALLACE SMITH, ’13 THE SPECTATOR Is published monthly during the school term. Address all communications to The Spectator. High School Building. Johnstown, Pa. Entered at the Postoffice. Johnstown. Pa., as second-class mail matter. In order to insure publication in the current issue, all MSS. must be handed in to the editor not later than the 12th of each month. EDITORIAL I THE HONOR SYSTEM. Honor is a grand virtue, one of the few virtues that can be cul- tivated. It is wortli every effort made to strengthen it. There- fore, it behooves each one of us to take advantage of opportuni- ties that tend to exercise the noble virtue. THE SPECTATOR 29 During the mid-term examinations, the honor system was used in one subject, as it had been, to some extent, in former years. That this system would be beneficial if introduced in all the sub- jects no one doubts. Nor is it too much to hope for, for every teacher with the interest of the pupils at heart is ready to make the introduction. It rests with the students to prove that they appreciate the benefits of the honor system, and that they have developed sufficient self-reliance to warrant its success. THE IDEAL SCHOOL. Educators delight in visions of an ideal school. Yet their dreams seldom become more than visions. Why is this? Either teachers are not honestly interested in the welfare of students or the ideals are too lofty. One English educator writes, “For, al- though we hear a very great deal in these days about ‘self-ex- pression' in school, yet those ‘in authority over us’ still appear to require the self-expression served up in the same old dishes of method, accompanied by notes, schemes, marks, reports, and examinations which seasoned the mental food of those who went before us.” There exists an over-abundance of caution against new reforms, new methods. This caution no doubt arises from doubt as to what really are beneficial reforms. What is school? What it is and what it should be are two different conditions. “School should be the place in which the mind grows by being supplied with mental food and opportuni- ties of exercise. But the pupil himself must eat the food, and he alone can make the effort which constitutes exercise. In short, we desire that he shall himself realize the forces that exist within him.” The above reference voices Harriet Finlay-Johnson’s opinion of what a school should be. Schools are, as a rule, the opposite. Pupils too often do not “eat the food” themselves, nor do they realize the forces that exist within them. All the pal- pable forces are from without. The pupil studies, recites, bends to all the forms of the school, without exercising an iota of his in- ward force. A student enters his assembly room, for example. He wishes to converse with a neighbor on a question concerning his work. He is not permitted to. One article written on an ideal school contains the following: “Every one is talking, yet there is no undue confusion, no appearance of contraband naught- iness.” Freedom of speech is one of the foremost requisites of a successful school, just as it is of a successful government. Again, every regulation and every rule which makes education unpleasant is detrimental. The work must appear beneficial, not forced. It must assume a connection with the pupil’s everyday 30 THE SPECTATOR life—for in reality it is his business. “There should be unity between home and school. There is unity when the idea of a ‘task’ is removed.” School-life exercises so great an influence upon the success of our efforts that it would reward us a hundredfold to inaugu- rate beneficial reforms. The schools of Gary, Ind., have under- taken to furnish amusement and diversion for the pupils, in order to keep them from localities which exercise an immoral influence. Perhaps it is too much to place the responsibilities of morals upon teachers, but there are numerous reforms which, in the natural course of events, one is led to expect. Exemption from examinations on the ground of scholarship, the honor system in examinations, and student government have all been proved conducive to better order and better education than has the strict, worn regime of force. Does the editor place his ideal too high when he says that the ideal school is the school which produces the best results with the most beneficial and the most pleasant associations? THE REQUISITES OF A PRESIDENT. Again the time for electing a man to serve four years as Presi- dent of the United States is at hand. Again the nation is in the throes of political upheaval. Newspapers and magazines in every part of the country have declared themselves, some championing one man, some another. Every one is more or less keenly inter- ested and aroused to a higher or lower pitch of enthusiasm. Each voter should make a study of the qualities of each candidate's fitness to serve his country. Naturally the question is asked, what are the requisites of a President? First the candidate must be intelligent and capable. A man who possesses these qualities to only a low degree is not fit to exercise great control over the destiny of the most powerful nation on the globe. And living, as we do in a very progressive age, in which monarchies are being overturned and republics es- tablished, in which wonderful inventions and discoveries are be- ing made almost daily, and wherein great progress is being made in aeronautics, the science of war, it is fitting that our President be progressive. The aspirant must also be diplomatic in order that he may deal with new republics, with situations such as con- fronted the President in the Chinese affair, and with all cases where delicate handling of agreements is necessary. He must be brave, honest, and swayed by no political gangs. The President of the United States dare not be afraid to express his opinions and to act as he thinks best. Never should he be influenced by the great financiers or bosses. He must think and act for himself. THE SPECTATOR 31 He must consider the interest of the whole people above all else. He must be ready to defend every move he makes, to cope with' persons desiring unfair privileges, and finally he must be pre- pared to make any sacrifice of fame and glory necessary to raise the standard, to enlighten the views, and to benefit the people of his nation. 555 W SOCIETY T. K. E. SOCIETY NOTES. The T. K. E. Literary Society met in Study Hall, January 12, 1912, and held the regular election of officers. The election for President resulted in a tie between Forrest Shaffer and Walter Sharkey. Joe Replogle was elected Vice President; Alice Gochcr, Secretary; Stewart Grumbling, Critic, and Clark Butler, Ser- geant-at-Arms. After the election an interesting spelling match between ten Seniors and ten Juniors was carried out. When the meeting adjourned the Juniors had the greater number of mem- bers standing and so the honors were awarded to them. A meeting for the re-election of President and the election of members of the society for the T. K. E. open meeting was held in the Auditorium January 19, 1912. Forrest Shaffer was elected President and the following members were chosen to. participate in the open meeting: Julius Porias, Ivan Pierce. Paul Cauffiel, Rosalie Matthews, Grace Earnest, Margaret Am- brose, and Isabella Bird. The regular meeting of the T. K. E. Literary Society was held in Study Hall, January 26, 1912. Six Seniors and six Juniors were elected to The Spectator staff. The rest of the period was devoted to an interesting lesson in parliamentary law. A bill pro- viding for the closing of moving picture shows and cheap vaude- ville theaters was introduced to the house by Amelia Ludwig. Ella Swank and Ruth Eldrige spoke in favor of the bill and Claude Ling against it, practicing all the formalities used in Congress. The meeting adjourned before the bill was passed. At the next meeting of the T. K. E. Society, which was held in the Auditorium, February 2, 1912, the bill providing for the closing of all moving picture shows and cheap vaudeville theaters 32 THE SPECTATOR was again introduced. Horace Bracken and Bayard Long spoke against the bill. A vote was taken and the bill failed to pass the house. We found the lesson in parliamentary law instructive. Margaret Slater then told an entertaining story and a quartet consisting of Amelia Ludwig, Anna Hatcher, Margaret Evans, and Hilda Leckey, rendered several selections. THE EMERSON SOCIETY. January 12th the Emerson Literary Society met in the Audi- torium. The election of officers took place; those elected are as follows: President, Frank Geis; Vice President, Foster Smith; Secretary, Ethel Weimer; Treasurer, Percival Burrell; Critic, Harry Statler; Sergeant-at-Arms, William Horner. At the meeting of the Emerson Literary Society held in the Auditorium January 16th, there was a debate: “Resolved, That Final Examinations Should Be Abolished in This School.” The affirmative, Nan Rue; negative, Alice West. The meeting ad- journed before the decision was given. The Emerson Literary Society met in Study Hall, February 2d. It was a very interesting meeting, largely devoted to Eugene Field. Marguerite Fry talked on the “Life of Eugene Field.” Martha Hershberger told a story. The solo, “Little Boy Blue” by Eugene Field, sung by Mary Keene, was greatly enjoyed by every one. Gladys Reynolds read a few poems. Mary Stouppe concluded the program with a sweet and pathetic story very well told. Current Events The Democratic National Committee met in Washington Jan- uary 8th to arrange for the Presidential convention. It decided to hold the convention at Baltimore June 25th, a week after the Republican convention at Chicago. The determination of the military forces of Cuba to partici- pate in the coming Presidential election on the island threatened an uprising for a short time. January 16th the Secretary of State informed the President of Cuba that the United States would intervene if the trouble continued. No more was heard of the affair. Dr. John Greer Hibben was elected as the fourteenth Presi- dent of Princeton College to succeed Woodrow Wilson, who re- signed in the autumn of 1910. Dr. Hibben is a graduate of Princeton and has been a member of the faculty at that institu- THE SPECTATOR 33 tion for twenty-one years. His experience as a teacher and his popularity among the students were important qualifications for election. January 22d, the sixty-third birthday of August Strinberg. the foremost living poet of the Scandinavian North, was cele- brated with enthusiasm both in Sweden and in the United States. The people of Sweden presented him with a fund so large that his old age will be free from money cares. At Chicago his birth- day was celebrated by the presentation of his greatest historical drama, “Gustavus Vasa.” His complete writings include fifty-five dramatic works and a large number of novels, short stories and essays. The whole French Cabinet resigned January ioth because of the alleged secret relations of Premier Cailleaux with the Ger- man government. It is charged that the French Ambassador in Berlin did not have a free hand in the negotiations with Germany in the making of the Franco-German Morocco treaty. It is also charged that Premier Cailleaux had secret negotiations with the German government concerning railroad concessions in the region of the Congo, over which district the Premier has almost un- limited control. The new Premier, Poincare, has formed one of the strongest cabinets France has ever had. The month of January was remarkable for cold weather throughout the country. In Johnstown die mercury fell to 17 degrees below zero, the lowest temperature recorded since 1899. In the Middle West many cities with about the same latitude as Johnstown had “below zero” weather for ten consecutive days, in some cases the mercury registering as low as 50 degrees below zero. The weather reports show some curious contrasts. While the thermometer registered 40 degrees below at Saratoga Springs, N. Y., on January 13th, the temperature at Nome, Alaska, was only 2 degrees below. Because of the excellent work of the Gov- ernment weather prophet few were surprised by the cold wave, but the effect upon business was nevertheless appreciable. The report of the Russian Minister of Finance showed the revenues of that country to be so large that it was possible not only to greatly reduce the national debt, but to set aside a surplus of $200,000,000. The man who furnishes this money is the poor Russian peasant. His “surplus” is so small that one bad harvest means starvation. Because of a partial failure of crops this year a widespread famine affecting 20,000,000 people prevails in Rus- sia. Hundreds of thousands were compelled to eat acorns and 34 THE SPECTATOR the bark of trees and their sufferings were further increased by pestilence. The efforts of the government to aid the peasants were futile because the money went into the pockets of a few greedy officials instead of providing food for the people. Read Book; Salt Lake City, Utah: Your cuts improve your paper. Yeatman Life; St. Louis, Mo.: We have carefully examined your exchange department and like the manner in which it is arranged. Red and Black; Reading, Pa.: We enjoyed your few stories, but why do you not print more? Oracle; Jacksonville, Fla.: We are glad to see your paper on our table and hope to find it again next month. News: Eugene, Ore.: The story “Janice’s Diary” was very in- teresting. Tohoma; Tacoma, Wash.: From your cuts we know that your art editor has a fine sense of humor. Whims; Seattle, Wash.: Your many different departments give variety to your paper. Interlude; Indiana: Your literary department is one of the best we have received. Comet; Milwaukee, Wis.: Why do you mix your advertise- ments with your joke department? Spectator: You certainly have an abundance of short stories; your cover and winter scene of your sclpol are perfectly beauti- ful.—Milwaukee, Wis. Several students have seen your Christmas number “Specta- tor,” and they pronounced your cover to be above comment.— South Bend, Ind. The Spectator Christmas number has far superseded our an- ticipations for your great strides towards an ideal school journal. Indeed, you are really the best exchange received during the month. Your cover design is exceedingly neat and very artistic. The internal work, system, and general makeup are certainly worthy of our highest commendation.—Reading, Pa. Spectator, Your short stories are a particularly good feature of your paper.—Seattle, Wash. Some magazines seem to think their duty is merely to collect organization news and publish it in catalogue form. Literary de- AS WE SEE OTHERS. AS OTHERS SEE US. TH E SPECTATOR 35 velopment has no place in them. This is not true of The Spec- tator. It has the best collection of stories and verse we have seen. —St. Louis, Mo. Spectator, A few more cuts would serve to break the monotony of those endless pages of print. We acknowledge the following papers: “Campus,” Rochester, N. Y.; “X-Ray,” Titusville, Pa.; “Normal Leader,” Fredonia. N. Y.; “Orient,” Bay City, Mich.; “Normal Herald.” Indiana, Pa.; “Crucible,” Greeley, Col.; “High School ‘Q’,” Quincy, 111.: “Mirror,” Philadelphia, Pa.; “Somerset Idea,” Somerset, Ky.; “Tattler,” Ithaca, N. Y.; “Tiltonian,” Tilton, N. H.; “Red and Black,” Tampa, Fla.; “Shamokin Review,” Shamokin, Pa.: “Diekinsonian,” Carlisle, Pa.; “Pitt Weekly,” Pittsburg. Pa.; “Red and White,” Iowa City, la.: “Carlisle Arrow,” Carlisle. Pa.; “Mirror,” Waltham, Mass.; “Temple Normal Student,” Temple, Ari.; “Quill.” Des Moines, la.; “School Bulletin,” Alle- gheny, Pa.; “Searchlight.” Portland. Ind.; “Mountaineer,” Butte. Mon.; “News,” Eugene, Ore.; “Sunburian High,” Sunbury, Pa.; “M. P. S.,” Bethlehem, Pa.; “High School Argus.” Harrisburg. Pa.; “Kuay,” Seattle, Wash.: “The High School,” Gold Hill. Ore.; “College Student,” Lancaster, Pa.: “Messenger,” Wichita. Kan.; “Criterion.” Bridgeport, Conn.: “Adjutant,” Ft. Bliss. Tex.; “Glenwood Echo,” Brooklyn, N. Y.; “Brown and White,” Greensburg, Pa.; “Junto,” Easton, Pa.; “World,” St. Paul, Minn. About The School Chapel is now held regularly on Wednesday morning, in- stead of Friday morning. January 31st our Superintendent, Mr. Adee, gave an extreme- ly interesting talk in chapel on the necessity of character building. He described the requirements for winning a Cecil Rhodes schol- arship, holding them up as a standard of attainment. To win one of these scholarships a young man must attain one hundred points—forty for scholarship, ten for physical fitness, thirty for qualities of manhood, and twenty for interest in his fellow-stu- dents. We were particularly impressed by the fact that a young man’s whole life needs to be strong and good if he wishes to attain the ideal set by Cecil Rhodes and approved bv all right-thinking men. The T. K. E. open meeting will be held Friday. February 23d. According to custom the meeting will honor the birthday of 36 THE SPECTATOR Washington with an oration. The rest of the program will center about Charles Dickens. The open meeting of the Emerson Society will be held about the middle of March. The annual banquet of the J. H. S. Athletic Association was held in the Merchants’ Hotel, the evening of Thursday, February ist. Although not so largely attended as some preceding feasts, the banquet was probably the most enjoyable held in the history of the school. The toastmaster was Anderson H. Walters, editor of the Johnstown “Tribune.” Addresses were made by Charles Meyer, Secretary of the Johnstown School Board; Superintendent Adee, J. Milton Ashton, and Coach John Rodgers. After the comple- tion of this portion of the program, Leroy Scanlan entertained the assemblage by songs, some of which had been composed espe- cially for the occasion, and piano selections. Quartets, solos, and other musical selections by members of the school won liberal applause. The gathering broke up shortly before midnight, each member vowing that he had spent one of the most enjoyable even- ings in his career. The committee who arranged the program— Leroy Scanlan, Chairman: Foster Smith, Walter Krebs. Ray- mond Williams, and Francis Broderick—we commend for the delightful evening. The Spectator staff for the last half of the present year was reorganized Friday. January 26th. The election resulted in sev- eral changes. Those members who so earnestly devoted their interests the first half of the year The Spectator wishes to thank, and to those who are to undertake the new work, it wishes un- equalled success. The sooner the staff realizes how much de- pends on it the better The Spectator will be. Mr. George Henry Johnson, Professor of History in the Case School of Applied Science at Cleveland, brought 11s greetings from his school February 7th. Mr. Johnson’s delightful per- sonality and earnest words charmed the school. Miss Butts’ Ancient History classes held debates February 7th. Mr. Johnson acted as one of the judges at a debate on the thesis. “The Athenians Gave More to the World Than the Spar- tans.” The affirmative, supported by Mary Cover and Winifred Krebs, received the decision of the judges in this section. TH E SPECTATOR 37 Our school is one of the fourteen High Schools in the State of Pennsylvania on the accredited list at the Case School of Ap- plied Science. We are in receipt of a letter from the President of Albright College to this effect: “The Executive Committee of the Board of Trustees of Albright College, Myerstown, Pa., recognizing the standard and work of your school, has awarded you a tuition scholarship in Albright College. Darlington Gardner has resumed his studies in High School. The Spectator extends sympathy to Donald and Genevieve Wolfe in their bereavement. Their father, Mr. T. J. Wolfe, died February 8th. KISKI DEFEATS HIGH SCHOOL. On the afternoon of the 19th of January Johnstown High journeyed to Saltsburg, where they played the Kiskiminetas Springs School. Unfortunately, the team lost by a score of 55 to 23. Johnstown played against big husky fellows for which Kiski is noted and who were exceptionally strong under the basket, due to their height. On coming home the locals admitted that the Kiski boys played the better game and deserved to win. Johnstown led off in the scoring, but it was only a few min- utes till Kiski had evened the score, and thereafter the locals could 38 THE SPECTATOR do nothing to stop them. Schry and Keller played the best game for High School. Schry getting u of 13 fouls. For Kiski Mc- Creight was the individual star, having 10 field goals to his credit. Though beaten fairly, the locals were handicapped somewhat by Kiski’s 6-inch baskets. The summary and line-up of the game: Kiski, 55. Johnstown, 23. Osborne .................. forward Schry McCreight................. forward Robinson Holden.....................center.................... Keller Morris..................... guard Nelson McKean .....................guard Kistler Substitutions—H. Crawford for Osborne, C. Crawford for H. Crawford, Jacobs for Morris. Field goals—Osborne, 2; Mc- Creight. 10; Holden, 7: Morris, 2; Schry, 3; Keller, 3. Foul goals—Morris, 5 of 10; Schry, 10 of 13. THE DUBOIS GAME. Our team was defeated by DuBois High at the DuBois High School gymnasium by the score of 45 to 29. The small hall at DuBois was packed and the student body exhibited great excite- ment. The first half of the game ended 14 to 14 amid great ex- citement. In the second half, however, the DuBois quintet got their eyes on the baskets and spurted away from Johnstown High. Blakeslee proved too rangy for our fellows and tossed 11 field goals. He played by far the best game for DuBois. Captain Schry played the best game for the locals. Robinson also had his eye on the basket. The summary of the game: DuBois, 45. Craig ................... forward ...... Blakeslee ............... forward ...... Nolf..............................center.. Hardridge ................ guard ...... Bowser...............................................guard.Nelson Substitution—Ludwig for Kistler. Field goals—Craig, 3 : Blakeslee, 11 ; Nolf. 2; Hardridge; Schry, 2; Robinson, 4; Keller. Fouls—Craig, 6; Schry, 15. Referee—F. Gillug. Johnstown, 29. ....... Schry .... Robinson .......Keller ..... Kistler THE CLEARFIELD GAME. ()n the way home from DuBois. Johnstown stopped at Clear- field. where they played Clearfield High on the Y. M. C. A. floor. The floor was exceedingly freaky in its construction for a basket- ball hall as it was very small. From reports the referee was en- tirely incompetent to handle a scholastic game. Handicapped by these things, Johnstown W!as finally defeated. THE S P ECTATO R 30 HIGH SCHOOL DOWNS KISKI. In a return game with Kiskiminetas Springs School, played at the Casino, Johnstown High sprung a great surprise on Kiski. Although all the Kiski basketball players are young football giants, yet the local quintet from the very start outshot, outpassed, and outplayed the heavier team. The game was hard fought, finally ending by the score of 29 to 20 with Johnstown on top. The showing of the local team was certainly a credit to High School athletics, partly because the local team showed a regular comeback spirit and were all a great deal smaller than the Kiski five. All of High School’s team starred while Kiski was unable to get started and were handicapped a little by the 12-inch baskets. Towards the end of the contest Kiski took what looked like a dangerous spurt, but the locals had accumulated too large a lead. Johnstown introduced a new method of getting the student body over to the scholastic games. School took up about a half hour earlier, and at 2 o’clock practically all the student body jour- neyed to the Casino to see a game which no doubt will influence them to attend the rest. The summary and line-up of the game: High School, 29. Kiski, 20. Schry .................... forward................. Crawford Robinson ................. forward Osborne Keller.................... center................ McCreight Kistler ................... guard Morris Nelson .................... guard.....................McKean Field goals—Schry, 2; Robinson, 3; Keller, 3; Nelson; Kist- ler, 2; Crawford, 3 ; Osborne; McCreight, 3 ; Morris. Fouls— Morris, 4 out of n ; McCreight missed 3; Keller missed 1 ; Schry. 7 out of 12. Score at end of first half—High School, 21; Kiski, 8. Referee—Hoerle. In the preliminary to the Kiski game, the Sophomores defeated the Seniors for the interclass championship. The Seniors had previously defeated the Junior team, while the Sophomores had eliminated the Freshmen by a close score. The game was hard fought and very rough, ending with the score of 28 to 14. Sophomores, 28. Cramer................... forward..... Speck ................... forward .... E. Shomo..................center...... Thomas ................... guard ..... Wolford....................guard...... Substitution—Grumbling for O’Connor, er, 6; Speck; E. Shomo, 3; C. Shomo, 2; Seniors, 14. ........ Replogle ....... C. Shomo ...........Ludwig ............ Zipf .........O’Connor Field goals—Cram- Ludwig; O’Connor. 40 THE SPECTATOR Fouls—Cramer, 3 out of 8; E. Shomo, 5 out of 10; C. Shomo, 6 out of 11; Replogle missed 2. Score at end of the first half— Sophs., 11 ; Seniors, 9. Referee—Rodgers. TWO SCHEDULED GAMES CANCELLED. The Greensburg High basketball team, unable to procure a suitable playing hall, cancelled all its games, including two with Johnstown High. Our Apologies. In February, some great men, Famed for either tongue or pen Were born into this cold old world, And here their greatness was unfurled. We are great in but one way And what it is we hate to say, And if you guess its when we’re quiet We may argue and belie it; And till you prove it, we will spring Jokes that either please or sting. Remark—He didn’t for ten minutes. Mr. R. (to noisy class)—We’ll have no more of that quiet in here. Mr. S.—What is your idea of keeping money in circulation. Heff”—Dropping pennies on the Study Hall floor. Chorus of the Big 14. (Music— I’m a Member of the Midnight Crew.”) Deader— Rome” Widmann. Motto—“Now Swear.” Requirements, $6.75. We’re the members of the Big 14; We’re acquainted with the jokers mean; We know a police when we see one, But a jailor we have not seen. CHORUS: THE SPECTATOR 41 If we’d only had sense enough to turn out the light, And skipped in the darkness, or put up a fight. Then the jokers would be humbled, And they may be anyway. For we’re on the warpath On this happy day. Miss W.—I am tempted to give this class a test. Rube—Yield not to temptation. � Prof. D.—What were you doing out so late last night? Jake—Conducting a class of one in elementary astronomy. ’Twas a dark, not stormy, night He met the girl upon the bridge, He kissed her on the spot. The brook it murmured do yn below, The girl she murmured not. “Fred, gimme a handful of waste,” Custer cried. He was under the auto to grease it, But Fred had an armful of waist in the car. And wasn’t disposed to release it. She—Do you like tea? He—I do with a hee after it. She—Tee-hee. He—No, thee. Schwink—It’s all over the school. Ling—What? Schwink—The roof. Laffen—Had a bad fall last night. Grofat—All men must fall, but why don’t you limp. Laffen—I am limp, I was unconscious for eight hours. Grofat—Gee. Laffen—Yes, I fell asleep. Personal—Young lady would like to meet young man with money to burn. He will find her a good match.—Ex. Remark—A guy who is that reckless with his money ought to hook up with a matchless wonder. Butch—Did you hear that? Katsen—No. Butch—He said he visited the circuit court at 9 a. m., police court at 8 a. m., and the tennis court at 3 p. m. Stein—Yes; he was courting in the night, also. Perc went to an oculist to have a tooth pulled. But I’m an oculist,” said the doc. “Oh, that’s all right, this is an eyetooth that’s bothering me.” 42 THE SPECTATOR Curt is the only one to second Mr. Walter’s suggestion relative to giving credits for attendance at matinees. G. to S.—You’re not Strait? Strait—Oh, well; you’re Green yet. Gent—Here comes the mail train. Lady—Oh, but I do get sick in those smokers. Note—It may take your eyeteeth to analyze that. Syco—I understand your neighbors have a new organ. How many stops has it? Rax—Three a day—for meals only. Soph—There is a certain kind of wood which walks and talks. Fresh—Huh? What kind is that? Soph—The Pole. Miss B.—Goldie, translate the expression % of 30=25. Goldie—Funf sextel von dreizig ist—what did you say it was? Caesar—The foot soldiers supported themselves by hanging to the horses’ remains. Roth—Herman is a grand old name, but oh you “chicken and squab.” The Morning After. C. E. D.—Give Oersted’s experiment. Skinner”—Huh? Yesterday’s? If a watch got fast, would a meter stick? Funny that they have no girls in the Case school, don't you think? That Mysterious Noise. Did you hear it? It is C. B. trying out his voice in the shades of the cloakroom. � Hook—Have you seen Hazel? Knuff—Witch Hazel? Hook—Hazel-nut. Ouch. Hornchick (seeing fellows dressed to go sleighing)—What is this, a circus? Skinner—Yep, the clowns are just coming in. The explanation was very fishy. Reason—Bass gave it. Guesser—Freshmen are not the only fools. Foldu—Nope, how about the guys who quit in third grammar. Miss F.—You made 68 in Virgil, that’s not so bad, is it? Stude—Oh, no; it beats 67. THE SPECTATOR 43 The Feed. The grubfest on February 1st, better known as the aye! aye! ban- quet, was some sickcess. The chief cause of the sick part was the smoke. (Ask the Freshmen). Some smoked up, but the others went out. We met at the emporium and paraded to the lunch-house. The fun began with the eats. We got four blue points on the deep shell; Sharkey blew the whole four points. (5-10-15 and the game). Then the soup. Ah, that soup! Why, when the Sophs began to suck that in the man- ager rushed in and said: “Don’t spit on the floor so much or you’ll flood the lower ceiling.” We found the Filet of Sole had no reference to shoes whatever. The only thing that the Juniors discovered about it was that it was fish and they got fresh with it. The bunch was some hilarious and many of the things they said were not conducive to good appetites. The speeches and music (except the singing) were good. The Next Day. Sleepy—What time did you get home last night? Shomo—1 didn’t get home last night. Rensselaer Polytechnic Institute SCHOOL OF E„.b hed engineering Civil, Mechanical, Electrical Send for a Catalogue TROY, N. Y. For Electrical Goods Penn Tile Mantel Supply Co. REMEMBER PATRONIZE THEM AND TELL THEM OUR YOU SAW THEIR ADVERTISERS ADD IN THE SPECTATOR. 44 THE SPECTATOR Jr. TO. '11. £nkeng ... dentist ... onm 28 (Otto building Johnstown, Ta. After March 1st, Will Occupy Rooms 504-505 First National Bank Building Have you been aware that there is a new Quick Lunch Restaurant under the Grand Theatre. Perfectly Sanitary and Up-to-Date. It will pay you to give us a trial. “THE CAVE” 507 MAIN STREET THE GIRL WHO GRADUATES from the High School: who hesitates to pledge four gears to a College Course: who, nevertheless, desires to studg, to enjog college advantages, to cultivate special talents, to enrich her life and her friendships—should know of NATIONAL PARK SEMINARY It4s a Junior College for young women planned especially to meet the needs of High School Graduates. Collegiate and Vocational Courses, Music, Art. Domestic Science. Business Law. Travel. Outdoor life a feature. Study of the National Capital. Illustrated book of 12(5 pages free on request. Address SECRETARY. NATIONAL PARK SEMINARY. (Suburb of Washington, D. C.) Forest Glen, Maryland. The Dickinson Glee Club Will appear at the HIGH SCHOOL AUDITORIUM Monday Evening, March 18th Under the Auspices of the Athletic Association. The Glee Club is one of the best in the country and a delightful entertainment is assured. Every H. S. Student should attend this enter- tainment and give their support to the A. A. THE SPECTATOR 46 What Profession are You Choosing? learn the advantages of THE MEDICO-CHIKURGIGAL COLLEGE, of Philadelphia Itis in the city which has been and still is the American Center of Education in these Sciences. It has Departments of and grants Degrees in all four of them. Tt has its own Buildings, comprising well-planned and well-equipped Laboratories, a large and modern Hospital, and the fimst clinical Amphitheatre extant. Its courses in each department are carefully graded, ft has abundant and varied Clinical Material. Its faculties are renowned and of high pedagogic ability Its training is essential and thoroughly practical. Special features are t'eisonal Instruction and Individual Work: Free Quizzes: Ward Classes limited in size; Practical Clinical Conferences: Modern and Modified Seminar Methods. Special Lectures by eminent authorities: Practice and training in technique, etc. Write to day to the Dean of the Department in which you are interested for an- nouncement describing the course and containing full information as to fees. Com- pare the advantages this college offers with any other before making final decision. Seventeenth and Cherry Streets, Philadelphia, Pa. CEMENT VEIN MILLER VEIN LEMON VEIN CITIZENS COAL CO. Sells the best House Coal and delivers to all parts of the city promptly and guarantee full weight. Try a load. Local ’Phone 1078. After the School at Lamont’s For a Hot Chocolate AND FINE HOME-MADE SWEETS Don't Forget The “Pebbles The Only Pebbles On The Beach. Lamont’s Candy Store ---NEXT DOOR TO Y. M. C. A.- Newest Spring Clothes For Well Dressed Young Men and Young Ladies Featuring Latest Styles, Colors and Fabrics Now Displayed Here pENN TRAFFIC CO. 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Main Street Why Eat A Cold Lunch when you can get things good and warm, just like you get them at home. Quick Service and Low Prices. Give us a trial and you will be- come a regular. BUFFALO DAIRY LUNCH MAIN STREET WILL H. KREDEL, Drugs PRC) F ESSIONA L THOMAS J. ITELL. 1 Attorney-at-Law Suppes Building f)AN L. PARSONS. Attorney-at-Law Johnstown Trust Building PRANK I . MARTIN, A Attorney-at-Law Johnstown Trust Building A LVIN SHERBINE. Attorney-at-Law Suppes Building T_T W. STOREY. 11 • Attorney-at-Law Suppes Building W DAVID LLOYD. yy • Attorney-at-Law Room 217 Suppes Bldg PARL E. ST RIM EL, Attorney-at-Law Suppes Building ROBERT C. HOE RLE. JA- Attorney-at-Law Otto Building THE SPECTATOR 49 OX TIVTXJ’Q Clearance of Ready- vJ 1TN li to-Wear Garments For The Woman Who Appreciates Saving A Dollar or More These prices are amazingly low when you take into consideration the fact that the garments have been here but a short time, the quali- ties are guaranteed and the styles, by long ¥ T¥1VT1VT?C! odds, the most strikingly handsome pro- I II J I l | I duced this winter. W 11 1 We have the Best Drugs, Sodas, Cigars, Perfumes and Candies FRANKE PHARMACY Corner Franklin and Haynes Streets Particular attention paid to Physicians Prescriptions Before You Buy Your Next Hat See the host of handsome and cor- rectly styled derbies and soft hats we are showing for Spring. We sell the best kinds, Guyer, Stetson, Fernmont, and Osborne, these excellent hats in- clude all the new blocks and shades. $2.00, $2.50, $3.00, $3.50 John Thomas Sons 50 THE SPECTATOR Picture Framing Our Picture Framing Department is in full blast. Bring your pictures to us and see how nicely and at what remark able prices they can be framed. Horan’s Book Store 545 MAIN STREET Be a Tailor Made Man Even Tho- ugh you Never do Yourself Another Favor in Your Life. Glasgow Woolen Mills Co. 517 MAIN STREET Suits and Overcoats to Measure, 81. TO 82. Follow the crowd and go to CRAIG’S T. E. MORGAN HIGH GRADE PIANOS For everything in the line of Barbering. ’Round the corner HAYNES STREET. MUSICAL MERCHANDISE 118 MARKET ST. PHONE 9-18 B SMITH’S ►OIIOERY Cover-Hamm Coal Co. I OR ALL KINDS OF SHOES AT PRICES THAT SUIT THE PEOPLE Best House Coal. De- livered to all parts of the city. Phone 1368 PORCH BROS., Inc. The Recognized Leaders In Artistic Pianos and Player Pianos The Home of the Everett Piano PORfH RROVL Inr CORNER VINE AND Diiua., inc. franklin streets TH E SPECTATOR 51 City ’Phone 132 Palace Steam Laundry H. M. JONES, Proprietor 606 Franklin Street Johnstown, Pa. There's a Difference In Coal SS. SUPPES COAL CO. ’To0� Prompt Delivery To All Parts of City The Johnstown Trust Co. Capital and Surplus $400,000. Receives deposits subject to check. Pays interest on savings accounts. Acts as Executor, Administrator, Guardian and in all Fiduciary Capacities. Safe Deposit Boxes for $2 per year and upward. 52 THE SPECTATOR GEO. H. LOVE. President WM. H. SUNSHINE. Vice President THOS. H. WATT. Cashier W. E. ENGLE, Ass’t Cashier UNION NATIONAL BANK 143 Franklin Street, JOHNSTOWN, PA. Capital $200,000.00 Surplus and Profits $100,000.00 ... DIRECTORS ... Jno. Stenger Jno. Fulton M. B. Stephens Thos. H. Watt Geo. H. Love Wm. H. Sunshine F. S. Love RELIABLE WESTERN MARKET 232 Franklin Street MEATS Best of all kinds. Poultry Branch Market, Corner Coleman Avenue and Ohio Streets, Moxham Title, Trust and Guarantee Company Cor. Main and Clinton Sts. Johnstown, Pa. Capital, $500,000 DIRECTORS — W. Horace Rose, Percy Allen Rose, Samuel Len- hart, Hiram Swank, J. C. Stine- man, Jacob F. Kress, Edward P. Riley. Interest Paid on Savings Deposits Troy Laundry Company FOR- TELEPHONE 818 Superior Work THE SPECTATOR 53 Eastman Kodaks and Supplies SCHRADER BROS. Office Hours:—8 A. M. to 6 P. M. Telephone No. 440 The Sanitary Dentists Dr. F. H. Deterdinsr. M� rr. NEXT DOOR TO Y. M. C. A. Johnstown’s First-Class Hotel ‘gfe Capital P. L. CARPENTER Remodeled and furnished thro- ughout with the best. Popular prices, $2 to $3 per day. Amer- ican plan. Compliments of The IK. E. Society Compliments of The Emerson Literary Society 54 THE SPECTATOR WEBER’S NEW CAFE MAIN STREET NEAR CITY HALL Will be the most ideal place to go for Luncheon, Dinner or Supper. Also after the theatre. Special Sunday Dinners and Suppers 50c. ■smart spring suits and coats for High School girls At KLINES GEIS Furniture That Endures you want to give one of yourself in return. Give a Hornick Photo and you will give the best—call today and have a sitting made. We are sure to please you. I., a. Hornick, t THE SPECTATOR 55 Great “Kicks” For Young Fellows In no other footwear will you get the snap, the comfort, the service you get in Regal Shoes The new styles “get you” a great variety of shapes and all leathers. See our “Peerless”— a $3.00 Shoe at $2.65. Woolf Reynolds, Inc. “CLOTHES THAT SATISFY” V __________________________________________J r V Hospitality and Service Without Extravagance Pure Foods Well Prepared Without Extravagance Enjoyment and Satisfaction Without Extravagance OUR GARDEN IS YOURS COME AND ENJOY IT Sanner Quality Shop “Serves you right V ________________________________________ 56 THE SPECTATO R Famous For Low Prices NATHAN’S Johnstown’s Best Store Large Assortments Half-Yearly' Sale Clothing Hats and Furnishings cTWILLER’S The High School Girl Who wants to keep her skin in the pink of condition provides herself with the means of doing so by investing 10 cents in a bottle of ARBUTUS CREAM 401 SH ETLIN The Berry Drug Co. THE SPECTATOR 57 Sljpairp M. J. BOYLE, Manager Johnstown’s Coziest Theatre --PRESENTING- KEITH VAUDEVILLE Three Times Daily The Cream of American Vaudeville To- gether with Choice European Importations PDipri o ) Matinee-lOc and 15c. Time—2:15 PKK j Nteht-10, 15,20c. Time—7:30-9:00 AMATEUR CARNIVAL EVERY THURSDAY EVE. WILLIAM SCHRADER - ■Florist- '- Full Line of Plants and Cut Flowers of the Season. Store, Franklin Street, Near Kernville Bridge Greenhouses, Scalp Level Pike Oval Mirrors—Half-Price Gold Oval Mirrors—our surplus stock from the holiday season to be sold that way. A varied assortment that sold regularly at 50c to $6.00; buy them now at 25c to $3.00. See our window display. WM. B. WATERS BR0. FSTREETN 58 THE SPECTATOR For a good Watch or a good piece of Jewelry come to us—you will get what you pay for. G L. RUFF, JEAVELE.R Clinton Street W. J. ROSE SONS 328 Lincoln Street Dealers In Sash, Doors, Lumber. Cement, and all kinds of Building Material, Good Planing Mill Work Our Specialty. Both ’Phones- Orders Prompt- ly- Attended To. Johnstown’s Quality Candy Store THE store for the new Candies—pure, fresh and wholesome; new confec- tions every day, fresh every hour. Many delicious “Sweets” here shown in no other Johnstown Store. New Dibert Building 510 Main Street THE SPECTATOR 59 “I most cheerfully recommend theCam- bria Business Col- lege to any young man or young woman desiring a complete commercial or short- hand training.” William Hughes Mr. Hughes found his commercial course at the Cambria Business College amply sufficient to enable him to hold his present position with the Cambria Steel Company. He is one of a great many who have found it to their profit that the Cam- bria Business College is the “Key to Success.” You are cor- dially invited to visit our school—we invite investigation. There is always A POSITION WAITING for the young man or young woman who can fill it. Scores of such positions are open every year. Art you ready to fill one of them? Let us train you, make you proficient in the things that the business world ‘wants done. We teach ACTUAL BUSINESS BOOKKEEPING and HIGHER ACCOUNTING; THE MOST LEGIBLE SYSTEM OF SHORTHAND; give dictation in all the modern systems of shorthand. You will also be taught TOUCH TYPEWRITING, PENMANSHIP and ENGLISH BRANCHES. How is your Pen- manship? If it is poor, why not attend our private classes in Penmanship on Tuesday and Thursday evenings. This will give you an opportunity to become a fine penman in a few months time. Call, ’phone or write for full information. Cambria Business College JONES HUGHES, Proprietors -- — Both ’phones Sixth Floor, Lincoln Bldg. Johnstown, Pa. COLONIAL PRINT 626 MAIN STREET ■ . %