Johnstown High School - Spectator Yearbook (Johnstown, PA)

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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.

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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

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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.”