Johnstown High School - Spectator Yearbook (Johnstown, PA)

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10 SPECTATOR a satin cushion, and the clergyman was pronouncing the first words of the rites when a tall dark-haired woman clad in a black silk gown stepped from the throng, and, raising her hand, clutched Babcock's shoulder. I forbid the ceremony. This man is my husband ! Babcock arose-trembling-lividg Miss Evans fell faint- ing in the arms of her attendants. Babcock pinched him- self to see if he was awake. At least he didn't remember of ever having been married. He looked at the newcomer. Wasn't this unknown lady in black beautiful? Where had he seen those Hashing black eyes before? His admiration for this invader grew until it became-well, he didn't even like to whisper it to himself. Come with me, he stammered, and we'll settle the matter. When they had reached an ante-room he completely lost his head and begged the lady to share his life's trials. You would not want to marry me, I'm a lemon ! VV-what? I am -a hand went up and when it went down a Whig went with it- a Lemon ! It was Theodore A. Thompson. The manager shrank back in amazement. Before his face Ted held Dodge's let- ter with the accusing sentence at the bottom. Babcock snatched it from him, took a pencil from his coat and sub- stitued peach for lemon, Five minutes later Ted left the hotel with a new pos- session-a year's contract to play at the Metropole. It didn't take Ted long to get to Whitiields. He found Marguerite standing gazing into the Fireplace, in which a huge log burned. Ted Thompson, I thought I told you not to come here until you had made a man of yourself. I believe this will explain, said Ted, handing her the contract. He then recited the whole episode. A period of silence ensued. Then he felt a hand tugging at his. -

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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

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SPECTATOR 11 ai'-Fedlu No answer. Ted, I can't stand lemons, but I like peaches. Old Quebec , Geraldine Martin '15 Perhaps the most perfect view of Quebec is enjoyed by passengers arriving at the Richelieu and Ontario Co.'s wharf. Of this scene Mrs. Moody fSusanna Stricklandj wrote: VVhat a scene! Can the world produce another? Edinburg has been the 'beau ideal, to me of all that was beautiful in nature, but these past recollections faded before the pres- ence of Quebecf, In 1535, the explorer, Jacques Cartier, sailed from France, commissioned by Francis I, in hope of discovering a new highway to Indies. Sailing up that beautiful river, the St. Lawrence, which he named, he cast anchor at the mouth of a little tributary which was called St. Croix. The following spring Cartier sailed for France, and nothing came of his voyage. In 1608, however, Samuel de Champlain planted the white flag of France upon the heights of Cape Diamond and became the founder of Quebec. The attention of the traveler is called to the historic bat- tleheld, on which the generals of both France and England perished in the final struggle for the possession of Canada. It is impossible to stand here without feeling the influence of the spirit of the scene. From the Citadel, we look down upon Dufferin Ter- race. Dufferin Terrace was frrst laid out by the Earl of Dur- ham, governor general of Canada, in 1838. During the ad- ministration of the Marquis of Dufferin and Ava it was en- larged into the present far-famed promenade. Among the curious streets that one sees are Sans-le- Cap and Little Champlain Street. Even the Post Office has a history, for it is 'built on the site of the old legendary haunted house, known as Le Chim d'Or or The Golden