Johnstown High School - Spectator Yearbook (Johnstown, PA)

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8 SPECTATOR ever make a success of life as an actor, I know a man who might be able to get you a place. I knew him when I was young. Good for you, Mother, who is he? Henry D. Dodge, stage manager of the Lyric. The Lyric is closed at present, but I think a mere recommenda- tion from him would bring results. A week later Ted, with a flattering recommendation in his pocket, and a bright ray of hope in his heart, bent his steps toward the offices of the Metropole, the largest of all the theatres the city possessed. Passing down the corridor of this magnificent pile,-he halted before a frosted glass door, which bore in black letters :-Arthur D. Babcock, Stage Man- ager, Private. Well, here we are, muttered Ted to himself. They say he is a regular grouch, but he is a warm friend of Dodgeg I guess I'll take a chance. Grasping his recommendation in one hand and his cour- age in the other, he opened the door and stepped inside. Well-1-1-1, what d'ye want? came from behind a high roll top desk in the centre of the room. Peering behind the desk, Ted beheld a fat little man, with a semibald pate and pudgy face that bore an expression of pain-just as if his feet hurt him. You are Mr. Babcock? queried Ted. Tha 's me, growled the fat one, what ye' after- huh ? I am a young actor, and would- Wha' cher speciality-comedian, tragedian, er what? Feminine, announced Ted. Femi-Haw, Haw, Haw, ha, ha, ha, laughed the man- ager, your features are about as feminine as mine. Git out o' here-silly. Just a moment, sir, Ted was becoming angry. I have here a recommendation. Le' see it, snapped the fat man as he snatched it from Ted's fingers.

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SPECTATOR 7 elevate the soul, we should all take advantage of the op- portunities afforded by the opera, the concert, and the ora- torio, to familiarize ourselves with the magnificent and glor- ious works of the old master composers. The wor1d's gretest picture galleries hold no greater prize than that indescriable something beneath the pigments that hints at the soul of the man who wrought with them. Huge sums are paid, fortunes are made in dealing with these works of art which can express beauty of thought and a lofty outlook upon life and the future that borders and approaches on the intimate. But a single song that Melba or Caruso has sung, possesses infinitely more of the living spirit that made the masterpiece, than the finest painting that shines from the Vatican's walls, cynosure of a thousand eyes. The Lemon - F. Mark '14 Yes, Ted, I love you, but love alone cannot support a wife. You must make good first . These words had been ringing in his ears ever since he had proposed to his sweetheart, Marguerite Wliitfield, two months previous. Yes, she was right. He must make good. Yet he had been trying to make good ever since she had uttered that dictum, but without success. Had he not literally plead with every theatrical manager in the city? They all told him that he was too young to put any power into his acting. Theodore Thompson was reviewing this, his dismal past, and thinking of his more dismal future as he sat in his room one bleak February afternoon. Yes indeed, sir, said he to himself, I am certainly making good at a great rate. Rightl affirmed a voice at his shoulder. Ted swung around. It was his mother. My dear boy, if you persist in thinking that you can

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SPECTATOR 9 Babcock glanced hastily over Dodge's letter, scribbled something at the bottom, and returned it to Ted. Beat it! I don't want you !-feminine role-ha, haw, ha, ha, ha. Ted slammed the door so hard that the frosting threat- ened to drop from the glass. Phew-ow!-isn't he a bear-I don't think he likes himself, mused Ted as he again gained the street. He took the recommendation from his pocket and at the bottom he read: Dodge-This fellow is a lemon. Bab- cock. Oh-um-m-I'm a lemon, am I?,' Can you beat that ? Ted was reading the morning paper on the day follow- ing his classification as a lemon. The cause of his exclamation was the following: 4 Babcock-Evans Wedding This Eve Stage Mgr. of Metropole Takes Bride from Toledo. I wonder, mused Ted, just what crime Miss Evans committed that such a cruel fate is meted out to her? Suddenly Ted sat up straight. I know what I'm going to do. I'll show Mr. 'Grumphy' Babcock just what species of 'lemon' I am, and he quoted, 'wand the female of this species is more deadly than the male., I'll show him that that is true of the lemon family as well. The stately ball room of the Arcadia Hotel was agloW- lights gleamed, glasses clinked,' and a humming, buzzing sound, as of bees, floated out upon the night air. The Bab- cock-Evans pre-nuptial feast was about over and the guests turned in their chairs-ready to witness the ceremony which was to make the stage manager of the Metropole a benedict. The bride and groom-to-be rose from their table, knelt upon