Johnstown High School - Spectator Yearbook (Johnstown, PA)

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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.

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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.

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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.