Johnstown High School - Spectator Yearbook (Johnstown, PA)

Text from Pages 1 - 100 of the 1914 volume:

9 SPECTATOR Mrs. Perkins set up the long puncheon board and the food and dishes were set upon it. She removed a large kettle and a teapot from the crane above the fire where it had been simmering all afternoon. Mrs. Brewster departed to prepare a like meal for her family. , After the family was seated and grace was said, Mercy spoke, “There was such an odd little girl started to school today. I think she is a Quaker for she is garbed as such. I befriended her for she looked so forlorn. Her name is Abigail Scott.” As they were eating a loud knock was heard at the door. “Good even’, John Perkins,” said a gruff voice. ‘‘The goal-keeper,” thought Mercy. “What does he want here?” “Your daughter is accused of witchcraft by Jonathan Endicott and must come with me to the goal until her trial which is on the twenty-first day of this month,” continued the gruff voice. John Perkins staggered back from the door with his hands to his eyes for he knew that this charge meant death to his only child and he loved her above everything else except his wife. ‘‘I am ready, Mr. White,” said Mercy, who was very pale, for she also knew what this charge meant when made by people who were crazed with superstition. Even the King of England was not above these things for he had written a book called “How to Prevent Witches From Entering Your Home.” “Good bye, Father and Mother.” She kissed them and the next minute she was gone. A few days later at the trial, a young minister, whose name was Cotton Mather was the judge. He had come from Boston just to be present at the trials of the accused. The jury was composed of men who knew Mercy, but she could expect no mercy from them for they also were victims of their superstitious age. The first witness called was Jonathan Endicott. He 10 SPECTATOR was asked if Mercy had harmed him in anyway. “She stuck pins in me,” he sobbed and hid his face on his mother's shoulder. Another witness, an old man whom Mercy occasionly visited, asserted that she had dropped pellets into a can of milk and the milk had turned green. Mercy was so astounded at these proceedings that she began to cry. She was led back to her cell where she pray- ed for her deliverance. That evening she was told the verdict. It was death. She was to be hanged on the morning of the twenty-fifth day of December. Abigail Scott had heard the verdict. She decided to go to Boston and tell the Governor about everything that was happening in the wretched town. She slipped out of the house on the pretext of going for water. She took some food to eat and a little pallet to sleep on. Two days later a very bedraggled girl entered Boston and made her way to the Governor’s home. She knocked at the door and it was opened by Mrs. M-----------, the Gov- ernor’s wife. “What do you want, my dear?” she said as Abigail entered the house and sat down. Abigail explained why she had journeyed from Salem and then Mrs. M-------- said, “The Governor has been ill but I think he will hear you.” Abigail was taken to see the Governor. When he heard about the proceedings in Salem he became very angry; be- cause the last meeting of the General Assembly had forbidden punishment by death for witchcraft. A party started for Salem at once and reached the town on Christmas morning. Mercy stood beside the gallows listening to the prayers that were being said, when far away she saw something bright moving in the woods. She called the attention of the people to it and the next thing they knew the Governor was in their midst. SPECTATOR 11 Mercy was released at once and she went home with her mother and father. Little Things Olive Buchanan ’13 A little bird’s song Made the lonesome woods ring; A little rill’s fall Made the sweet cooling spring; A little flower’s face Made the big earth look brighter; A little child’s laugh Made sad hearts go lighter. Uncle Jasper’s Christmas Gifts Gertrude Wagoner ’17 Mr. and Mrs. Bradcliflf lived in a showy house in one of the suburbs of a small city in Pennsylvania. They were very comfortable, and by economizing in things which did not show, succeeded in keeping in good society. The family consisted of Mr. and Mrs. Bradcliflf; Gwendolin, the daughter, who had a place in society; a son, Percy, in .college; Mrs. Bradcliflf’s brother, whom every body called Uncle Jasper; Grandmother Bradcliflf, and a cook who answered to the name of Pansy. Uncle Jasper was a bachelor past middle age. Although kind hearted, he was obstinate and prided himself on be- ing up to date. The money he had invested brought him an income sufficient to live without working, and often supplied very useful help to the family. Just at this time an organization was attracting public attention, not only because of its object but also because of its name. It was The Society for the Prevention of Useful Gifts. As the name was too big for public use, someone had contracted it into “Spug,” which is made up of the initial of each word. 12 SPECTATOR Uncle Jasper, who had read of the society with great interest, considered it based upon common sense and in every way a good idea. Many times he had talked with the family about it, and finally announced that there would be no more useless Christmas gifts received from him. “From this time on I believe in giving people those things which they need,” said Uncle Jasper. As Christmas approached, Uncle Jasper had been spend- ing more time than usual in his room, and when he did ap- pear in the family circle, he appeared very much pleased and tickled. The joyful day at last arrived, and everyone in the house was beaming with pleasure. The members of the family were exchanging presents when Uncle Jasper ap- peared with his gifts, which were half a dozen or more large envelopes. He distributed the envelopes. Each re- ceived the gift with a feeling of wonder and watched for an opportunity to leave the room and examine it. Pansy, the cook, a large, kind hearted woman, but very homely and disfigured somewhat by the loss of her front teeth, was the first to give way to her curiosity. She slip- ped into a corner and opened her envelope. In it she found a note which told her the enclosed twenty-five dollars were to be used to have her teeth replaced, and not to be used for any other purpose. She read the note several times be- fore she realized how she had been insulted. Then she tore up the check and left the room, determined to leave the house without notice. Mrs. Bradcliff, a tall and rather handsome woman with the exception of a wart on the side of her nose, which de- tracted from her general appearance, slipped into the next room to open her gift. It contained a note for her and a check for fifty dollars. The note directed that the money be used only for the purpose of removing the wart. Mrs. Bradcliff cried with shame and scolded Uncle Jasper for his insolence. By this time Gwendolin, a large girl with thin hair and muddy complexion, opened her envelope and found her note, SPECTATOR 13 with a check for fifty dollars. She was directed to use the money for hair switches, powders, creams, and other toilet articles. She, too, was deeply insulted and turned with fury upon Uncle Jasper. She called him a “sneering old skin- flint who never looked at anything for any other purpose than to find fault.” She swept by Uncle Jasper, who stood dazed with astonishment. Grandmother Bradclifif had not been able to hear the proceedings on account of her deafness, but she saw that something was going wrong and wanted to know what was the matter. Son Percy, speaking in a loud voice directly into her ear, told her the family were receiving Uncle Jasper’s Christmas gifts, and were having a fine old time over them. Grandmother at once became curious and had to examine her gift. She adjusted her glasses and opened her envelope. The note enclosed told her the fifty dollars were to be used for the purchase of a wheel chair, a cane, and an ear trum- pet. She looked around with surprise from one to the other, and at last she cried out and shook her trembling finger at Uncle Jasper. “In my young days such an insult to a lady would have been punished with a horse-whip or pistal.” She trembled with rage and asked Percy to take her where she could not see Jasper. Uncle Jasper was stunned. Mr. Bradclifif was astonished and bewildered. He dared not open his envelope and handed it back to Uncle Jasper. After a few minutes Uncle Jasper recovered himself and realized the mistake he had made. He explained to Bradclifif that he meant no harm, but only wanted to give to those he loved the things he believed they needed and secretly wished for. He insisted he “had their welfare in mind” and as a proof handed back to Bradclifif the envelope. Mr. Bradclifif still hesitated in opening it and said. I would rather not know than risk the friendship we have enjoyed for so many years.” Uncle Jasper convinced him he meant only to express his love by all his gifts, al- though he regretted his bluntness, and so Mr. Bradclifif tore open the envelope and read: “I know you cannot see your 14 SPECTATOR way clear to meet Percy’s expenses during the last half of the college term, so accept this check for three hundred dol- lars and send him back. Jasper.” Mr. Bradcliff gasped with joy. With tears in his eyes he grasped Uncle Jasper’s hand and exclaimed. “Forgive me, my dear old friend! For our boy’s sake, I accept.” With a light heart Mr. Bradcliff rounded up the family and scolded them for their discourtesy and ingratitude. “The motive back of the gift is all that counts!” declared Mr. Bradcliff as he soothed and quieted his indignant family. Uncle Jasper explained with many expressions of regret that he had no intention to hurt the feelings of any one. He withdrew all conditions upon which the gifts were given. Each one was to use the money as he or she wished. When good feeling was restored, Uncle Jasper announced When good feeling was restored, Uncle Jasper announc- ed, “I resign from membership in the impudent and insolent order of ‘Spugs.’ ” Told by a Christmas Stocking Coover Greer T7 It was long past midnight, and the Stocking began to be angry. “To be taken out of a nice comfortable drawer on a winter night,” it said querulously, “and not to be hung on a nice chair in front of the fire is a great misfortune.” A little girl lay fast asleep in the bed. The curtains were drawn across the window. A light burned nearby. The clothes of the sleeper lay neatly folded on a chair be- side the wall; the stockings which she had worn the day pre- vious hung dreaming over the back of this chair, and un- derneath were her little button shoes, both of them snoring. “I miss my mate,” said the stocking, glancing at the folded pair of sleeping stockings.” Just as it finished speaking, there was a noise in the chimney, and looking in the direction of the fireplace, the SPECTATOR 15 stocking was amazed to see a very old, white-bearded gen- tleman in a red cloak, with a hood on his head, descending to the hearth. The night light burned suddenly brighter; the room became warm and cheerful. The stocking, which was too wonder-struck to speak, thought that it had never seen such a quaint old man in all its life. The old gentleman, who was no other person than Father Christmas, advanced to the bed and let a large bag, which he had been carrying, fall to the ground. “Ha!” he said, laughing, this is the only night in the year when the foot of the bed has a stocking.” He patted his hand on the stocking, and said, “Well, master woolyribs, how do you find yourself tonight?” “Rather lonely,” answered the stocking. “I miss my mate terribly, and its cold.” “Oh, I’ll warm you quick enough!” said Father Christ- mas, and diving into his sack and pulling out all kinds of toys and boxes of sweets, he began to cram the stocking with presents. “Not so hard,” cried the stocking, “you’ll split my sides, if you aren’t careful. What next, I wonder? I’m a stock- ing. What do you take me for, a toy shop?” Father Christmas laughed. “You’re new to this game, then?” he asked. “I was only born this winter,” said the stocking. “I grew on a very nice sheep in Russia until the beginning of spring. Then I was cut off, sent to the mill, and woven into the handsome stocking which you see I am now. “After a few minutes, he disappeared the same way in which he came and I was left alone once more until morning, when my mistress came to relieve me of my burden, and placed me back in the cupboard with my mate.” 16 SPECTATOR ‘Qie Christmas Tree Leona Powelson T7 Colored popcorn on a string, Canary birds which do not sing, Little candles dribbling wax, Bangles, spangles, jumping jacks, Jack-in-boxes, rubber toys, China Cupids, mostly boys; Fancy gewgaws, globes of glass, Children’s watches made of brass, Cheap tin horses, sheep and goats, Paper dolls and wooden boats, Lots of toys which run on wheels, A ball which, when you squeeze it, squeals, Tinsel tassels just for show, A candy clock which doesn’t go. Rosy apples, gilded nuts, A pocket knife which never cuts, Horns of plenty full of candy, Tooting horns for Bill and Andy, A drum for Tom, a sled for Ned, A dandy pair of skates for Fred. A blue necktie for dear old Dad— The prettiest one he ever had, A handkerchief for Mamma, too, And a sachet bag for Sister Lou; All these things and plenty more, On the tree and on the floor. SPECTATOR 17 The Old Fashioned Umbrella Salome Cartwright ’14 Grown old and shabby from constant use, With one rib broken and handle loose: It’s ferrule bent in a crazy way By a man who borrowed it one day. The silken cover stained by dust, And even the catch eaten off by rust; And from its shining folds, the years Have cut the glory with wanton shears. Of folks who in the stone-house dwell, A varied history it could tell! ’Twas given her son on Chirstmas day By a mother, long since passed away. And brave it stands in the ancient hall In the old stairway, against the wall. Now jostling a cane with a golden knob, They’re two old cronies out of a job. That ancient handle carved with care Inlaid with ivory, here and there, Might tell of happiness and pride And glad home coming with his bride. Blushing maid and happy fellow, Well sheltered by the green umbrella, Once entering at the parson’s door, To be thence parted never more. Ah! many hands have carried it: And some were worthy, some unfit. ’Twas lent the pastor, making calls, Had gone to funerals, weddings, balls. And once ’twas stolen and made a trip: It crossed to Germany on a ship. And now with the staff it finds repose, And we bring this eulogy to a close. 18 SPECTATOR cAunt Elizabeth’s Request When Aunt Elizabeth asked her nineteen year old nephew John Hamil to spend Christmas with her at “the Beaches ’ she appended a peculiar request to her letter. “Like a good boy,” she wrote, “won’t you drop off at Waynesboro and meet my friend’s twin children who are coming with me. They will arrive on the train due one-half hour after the ar- rival of yours. You can all then come together on the 11:15 train to Hillcrest.” “What the deuce does Aunt Elizabeth mean,” exclaimed John as he finished reading the letter, “ to take charge of two ‘kids’ for a distance of sixty miles. The idea! I wonder if she thinks I’m running a nursery. Pity she couldn’t send their photos or give a description of them. How am I to know them? But its just a characteristic of the family. Thank goodness I take after my great-grandfather who only made one mistake in his life and that was to fall in love with a girl he didn’t know.” Looking at his watch, he exclaimed, “Gee whiz! I‘ve only forty minutes to catch the train.” Hastily packing his valise, and glancing around the room to see if he had forgotten anything,he took his valise and umbrella and hurried to the station. He boarded the train just in time. As he entered the car, he tripped and fell, mentally ejaculating that he would get even with those “kids” by boxing their ears for causing his so much hurry and trouble. But on the train he was to meet at Waynesboro, no children got off, only a few old folks and the prettiest girl he thought he had ever seen. In a little while the train for Hillcrest arrived. As he settled down to read the morning paper, he gave a sigh of relief. Just then he heard a sweet voice say, “Is this seat taken ?” Looking up, he beheld the pretty girl who had got off the train on which he expected the children. Hastily raising SPECTATOR 19 his hat, he answered in the negative and removed his valise to make room for her to sit down. During the journey they became quite friendly. He told her his name and all about his Aunt’s request. Speaking of the children he said,” I guess I’d have to play Santa Claus, trim the Xmas tree, and do a hundred more things such as children want. Thank goodness, those bothersome “kids” didn’t come and I hope they won’t.” These words seemed to amuse her greatly. Three or four times he saw her put her kerchief to her mouth as if suppressing a scream. At the end of his journey, John Hamil arose, and turning to his companion, with whom he had almost fallen in love, to bid her good-by, was surprised to hear that she too was going to “The Beaches.” The carriage with Uncle Ned, the colored driver, was there to meet them. Uncle Ned greeted John heartily, for John had always been a favorite of his. After assisting them into the carriage, he mounted his seat and drove rapidly away from the station. During the drive, John, glad upon hearing that his companion was to spend the holidays at his Aunt’s home, was enthusiasticly telling about the jolly times they always had at “The Beaches” at Xmas, and about the good skating near the house, suddenly remembering that he had done most of the talking and had forgotten to ask his fair companion’s name. He was just about to do so when the carriage stopped, and there at the door stood Aunt Elizabeth and a fair young fellow, the very image of the girl by his side. “How nice,” exclaimed Aunt Elizabeth as she lovingly kissed the girl, “that you two could have traveled together. It was much nicer than traveling alone, wasn’t it?” Turning to her nephew, on whose forehead was such a puzzled look, she shook his hand heartily and said, “John, allow me to introduce Caroline’s twin brother Bob. They are — -— — — —just then the girl moving quickly to her brother’s side and, looking gravely at John said. Those bothersome kids,” and laughing merrily ran into the house. 20 SPECTATOR Candle of Life THE CANDLE OF LIFE Elinor Geis T7 It was an ideal Christmas Eve. The moon glided slowly across the black sky, and shone on the snow, making it sparkle like millions of tiny diamonds. It had been snowing all day, but now the snow fell very slowly from the heavens in little thin flakes. Nathalie stood by the window in a pretty blue bed room and looked out at the beautiful scene before her. Only a few people hurried up or down the street, their arms filled with packages. Now and then an automobile flew by, only to leave the street in silence again. The church across the way was still brilliantly lighted, and Nathalie knew that the nuns were adding finishing touch- es to its decorations. She was so absorbed in her thoughts that she did not hear her mother steal softly into the room and close the door after her. The room was in total darkness, but Mrs. Ware did not turn on the lights. Seeing Nathalie by the window, and not wishing to frighten her by approaching her too suddenly, Mrs. Ware called softly: “Nathalie, dear, are you here?” “Oh, it’s Mother,” answered Nathalie. “Turn on the lights, Mother. I was thinking so deeply that I didn’t real- ize how dark it was.” “No, no, dear, it’s beautiful here in the dark. Besides, Nathalie, I want to talk with you,” added Mrs. Ware with a catch in her voice. “You know, dear, that Bobby is very ill. The fever is making quick headway.” She stopped suddenly, and Nathalie felt for the first time how serious Bobby’s ill- ness was. She tried to say something, but couldn’t, and stood very still while her mother proceeded in a low tone: “The tree is trimmed, the candles are ready to be lit, and everything is in readiness. The doctor said we should have all completed so that Bobby may see it when he opens his eyes,—God grant he may soon,,’ she added. Then, “Get SPECTATOR 21 to bed soon, Nathalie. You must be rested so as to be ready when called upon at any time. Pray fervently, dear. Good night.” Good night’” answered Nathalie, and when her mother had gone, she undressed very quietly and went to bed. That night, Nathalie had a very beautiful dream. She dreamed that she was a little shepherdess and that she went with the shepherds to see the new born King. When they reached the stable to which the star had led them, a little boy, who was dressed in white, came forward, and, taking Nathalie by the hand, he led her to the manger, saying: “Come see the Christ-child, Nathalie.” It was Bobby! Then the stable faded away, and Nathalie opened her eyes to see her mother leaning over her. “Nathalie, Bobby wants you, dear.” So taking her mother’s hand, she followed her into Bobby’s room. When they reached the door-way, her father came for- ward and led her to Bobby’s crib. There she saw a little face so pinched and white, that she was alarmed. “Is this Bobby?” Nathalie asked in surprise. For he was a very different little boy from the one she had known two weeks before. Just then Bobby opened his eyes and asked in a little, weak voice: “Nattie—tell me—the story— of— the Christ- child.” “Courage, dear. Do your best,” whispered Mrs. Ware, and she felt much comforted. Then, holding his little hot hand, Nathalie told, just as she had dreamed it, the story of the Christ-child. When she had finished, the room was in perfect silence. Bobby’s eyes were closed, and he was smiling. Nathalie thought he was asleep, and was going to leave him, but he opened his eyes and asked: “Did Santa Claus—come?” “Yes, dear, do you want to see what he left?” “Yes, please,” he answered. 22 SPECTATOR Mrs. Ware opened the door into the playroom, where stood a beautifully trimmed tree. The candles were burn- ing brightly, and they gave forth such a glow of light, that Bobby’s eyes were somewhat dazzled at the sight. At the very top of the tree was a little white candle which burned very, very low. “Is that—the candle—of life?” asked Bobby. A white star was below the candle, and Bobby whispered to Nathalie: “And is that—the star—of—Bethlehem?” Surprised and excited, Nathalie could only whisper, “Yes, yes!” Mrs. Ware then carried to him his toys, but well she knew that he wolud never play with them. Suddenly, Bobby pushed away the toys, and closed his eyes. His face was very white, and his breath came short. Mrs. Ware turned pale and clasping Bobby’s hand, she whispered in a tense excited whisper, “Bobby! Bobby!” Bobby raised his big blue eyes and looked wearily up at her. “I’m—so—tired,” he breathed. The little candle flickered, fought desperately for a moment—then went out. Nathalie sank to her knees with a sob, and buried her face in the covers. Bobby’s life had gone out with the Christmas Candle of Life! SPECTATOR 23 Christmas Reveries M. E. C. ’15 “It came upon a midnight clear, That glorious song of old, From angels bending near the earth. To touch their harps of gold.” The sweet notes from children’s voices floated into the room. The dancing candle lights from the Christmas tree and the waving banner of flame from the log fire sent shad- ows scampering about. The light and shadows played hide and seek over the people sitting in the room, now hiding in the soft folds of a gray gown, now lighting the copper waves of a curly head resting on mother’s arm, now shining on the glistening balls of the Christmas tree. The tune which the children sang in an adjoining room was an old Christmas carol which brought to the listeners many reminscences. The grandmother’s eyes twinkled as brightly as the candle lights when she thought of her first Christmas recitation. The old school house was elaborately decorated for the Christmas celebration. Long strings of red and green tis- sue paper hung from the rafters; evergreen boughs and holly transformed the dingy walls into young forests. The bench- es were scrubbed, the wash-basin scoured. The teacher had been so carried away by the Christmas spirit that he had locked his rattan up for the occasion. She remembered the new red dress trimmed with plaid, which she wore, and the smile which her mother sent back to her from where she sat among the visitors. She was the last on the program, and recited “How doth the Little Busy Bee” without a mistake. Then the whole school sang, “It Came Upon a Midnight Clear.” She remembered it all, the bright eyes and merry smiles, and the supreme hap- piness on that day. How queer it would seem to her grand- children ! 24 SPECTATOR A glowing log turned over, sending a gleam of light to invade the darkness, in which a young husband and wife sat, silently adoring each other. At the first note from the choristers, the husband touched his wife’s hand. She smiled back at him her remembrance of the romance connected with this song. A year ago, on Christmas morning, she had sung this tune as a solo in church. He was there to hear her. Not only the sweetness of her voice, but the pure whiteness of her dress, and the reverent expression on her face, transformed into an angel for him, the young woman whom he admired. He was sure now he loved as well as admired her, and he decided to tell her so. That evening he spoke of his love, and how the song had revealed it to him. She made him happy by saying that she was think- ing of him when she sang; trying to win his approval. They were sitting on the same sofa which they now sat on, watch- ing the rosy fire-glow spread over the dark blue hangings and cushions, when the church chimes rang out through the night air, “It Came Upon a Midnight Clear.” The light left them to the shadows again and skipped over to her mother’s chair. The smile on her face broad- ened as she recalled a mad-cap adventure of her youth. It was Christmas eve. She sat before the fire, admir- ing her feet which were encased in a pair of French-heeled, velvet dancing pumps, ornamented with flowers. The young lady next door had received the slippers that afternoon as a Christmas present. Her feet were small and dainty but not as small and dainty as the slippers and so she called over, “Louise, your feet are larger than mine; will you stretch my new slippers for me?” So Louise was admiring her feet, for the pleasure of the borrowed slippers would last only a few hours longer. Soon she heard singing out on the street; it came near- er, “Peace on the earth, good will to men From heaven’s all gracious King.” It was the group of Christmas carolers. They stopped outside and called to Louise to joint them. “I’ll be there in a minute,” called Louise. She pulled on SPECTATOR 25 her coat and hat and joined the gay party. All thoughts of the velvet slippers were forgotten as soon as she heard the singing. The carolers passed up one street and down the next; the whole town had a share to their songs and fun. Several hours later, they stopped in front of her house again. Louise wished them a Merry Christmas and went in. Before the fire she surveyed her feet again. One shoe had been made comfortable by a long slit in the side; both were miserably wet and ruined. It was pleasanter for her to stop here than review the end of the episode. She looked at her husband to see if he remembered, but he was think- ing of a Christmas several years later than this, which he had spent in Germany. He was a student in Germany. The coming of Christ- mas made him long for the good times of his home in Amer- ica. A German friend invited him to spend the Christmas vacation with him, and it proved to be one of the happiest of his life. The charm of the German Christmas had de- lighted him. The Christmas eve celebration, the loving sen- timent with which the simple gifts were given, and most of all, the singing on Christmas morning had revealed to him a perfect celebration of Christmas. He had been told on Christmas eve that the first awak- ened in the morning was to rouse the household with his favorite song. Early the next morning, he was awakened by a song, sung by a childish voice. In his sleepiness he thought he was home again, for the song was sung in Eng- lish. But when he had rubbed his eyes and looked around, he saw a golden-haired little girl at his door, smiling a “Merry Christmas” to him. She had learned the English song to please the American guest. It did please him, more than any Christmas present, to hear this familiar old tune again. His young sun interrupted his musings by thrusting a drum into his arms for safe keeping. He wanted his hands free to search in his pockets for chocolate drops. The music brought to him memories of the Christmas treat. 26 SPECTATOR “The world in solemn stillness lay To hear the angels sing.” The music stopped. Childish voices were heard chat- tering to each other but the sound seemed far away. The candles flickered and the flames hopped about, but the sol- emn stillness rested upon the group. They were held silent by thoughts of true Christmas holiness. We Christmas Tree D. H. T4 The time of year is now approaching when our thoughts are turned toward the Christmas tree and its glittering trim- mings. If we should happen along the country roads, we should see people dragging wagon-loads of evergreens from the woods to their homes, and in the town the streets are lined with trees. We always associate pleasant ideas with these scenes, but, nevertheless, the thoughtful person can- not but see harm in the continuance of this old custom. Itr is hard to give up a habit as old and as dear as this one. There is, however, something to take its place. Many people have, for the last few years, used artificial trees. They are not, it is true, so pretty or so large as the evergreens. How- ever, each year they are made larger, in more useful sizes, and more substantially. They may be trimmed to look just as pretty as the natural trees and. furthermore, they are not so expensive. It is true that an artificial tree costs more than a natural tree, but we have to expend money every year for evergreens, whereas, an artificial tree, once bought, lasts for years, and in the long run, money is saved. When we encourage the cutting down of the evergreens, we do not realize the harm we are doing. Evergreen trees contain moisture and keep forest fires from spreading rap- idly. Then, too, winter birds build their nests in the thick branches of the pine tree and when it is cut down, the nest is destroyed. SPECTATOR 27 You say that even though these things are true, the nat- ural trees furnish more enjoyment for the children than do the artificial trees. Granted. But are not the beauties and necessities of nature of more importance than a week’s pleas- ure? At the end of the week the tree is taken down and we pay to have it hauled away. I think it is an acknowledged fact that it does not seem so much like Christmas if we do not have a Christmas tree, but generally speaking, it is not so much the kind of tree we have as the mere idea that we are celebrating the old Christmas custom. So why not deny ourselves the little pleasure of having evergreen trees at the expense of nature and in their stead buy artificial Christmas trees, which can be made to give just as much pleasure and to express as truly the spirit of the season. 28 SPECTATOR The Greedy Shepherd Once upon a time there lived in the South two brothers whose business it was to keep sheep on a green, grassy plain, which was bounded on one side by a forest, and on the other by high hills. No one lived on that plain but shepherds, who dwelt in low cottages, and watched their sheep so carefully that no lamb was ever lost. Not one of these shepherds had ever traveled beyond the foot of the forest. There were none among them more careful than these two brothers, one of whom was called Covetous, and the other Kind. Although these two men were brothers, there could not be two more unlike in disposition. Covetous thought of nothing but to snatch and keep some profit for himself, while Kind would share his last morsel with any one. The greedy mind of Covetous made him keep all his father’s sheep, after the old man was dead, because he was the eld- est brother, allowing Kind nothing but the place of a servant to help him to look after them. About twice a year traders would come to this far off land to trade their goods and money for the wool clipped from the backs of the sheep. One time near Christmas a trading party came to get some wool from Covetous and Kind. They praised the wool of Covetous’ flocks above all they had seen on the plain, and gave them the highest price for it. This was an unlucky day for Covetous’ flock, because ever after that he would clip the sheep as bare as if they had been shaven, and as soon as the wool grew long enough to keep them warm he was ready with the shears again. Kind didn’t want his brother to do this and they had many a quarrel over it, but Covetous tried to persuade him that close clipping was good for the sheep. Covetous sold the wool and stored up his profits, and as one year passed after another, the shepherds began to think him a very rich man. It was summer again and the wool had grown well. Covetous had taken two crops off his sheep, and was think- ing of taking the third, although the days were now begin- SPECTATOR 29 ning to be chilly. One day before Covetous had clipped the sheep, first the lambs, and then the ewes began to stray away; and search where the brothers would, none of them were ever found again. Covetous blamed Kind with being careless, although he knew it was not his fault. The flocks grew smaller and smaller every day, and all the brothers could find out was that the closest clipped were the first to go. The other shepherds, to whom he had boasted of his wool, were not sorry to see pride having a fall. Most of the shepherds pitied Kind, but still the flocks strayed away until there were only three old ewes left. One glorious midsummer evening while the two broth- ers were watching their sheep, Covetous said, “Brother, there is wool to be had on their backs.” Kind was grieved to see his brother so greedy, and to divert his mind, looked up at the great hills, while his brother went for the shears. The hills seemed to comfort Kind. The far ofif heights were growing crimson, and as he looked, three creatures like sheep ran up one of the hills, as fleet as any deer. When Covetous returned, the two brothers were much surprised to find the three ewes gone. Covetous’ first ques- tion was what had become of them, and when Kind told him what he had seen he scolded him with might and main for lifting his eyes off them. Before the father of Kind and Covetous had died, he told them there were great shepherds living beyond the hills. The next morning the brothers resolved to go beyond the hills to see if they could be taken as shepherd boys. They took the direction the sheep had taken and by noon reached the cleft where they sat down to rest. Their feet were sore and their hearts heavy; but as they sat there, a sound of music floated down the hills, as if a thousand shepherds were playing music on their summits. They foll- owed the sound up the cleft, and at sunset they came to the hill top. Here thousands of sheep were feeding, while an old man sat in the midst of them playing his flute. “Good father,” said Kind, “tell us what land this is, and where we can find service; for my brother and I are good shepherds.” 30 SPECTATOR “These are the hill pastures,” replied the old man, “and I have employment for you. Which of you can shear the best ?” “Good father,” said Covetous, “I am the closest shearer in all the country; you would not find as much as would make a thread on a sheep when I have done with it.” “You are the man for my business,” replied the old shepherd. When the moon rises, I will call the flock you have to shear.” When the monn rose the shepherd took his flute and played a merry tune, immediately a troop of shag- gy wolves was heard coming up the hill, and the old man said, “Rise, and shear; this flock of mine have too much wool on them.” He arose to do so but they gave such a howl that he was glad to run behind the old man for safety. To his great surprise when Kind arose to shear the wolves, they seemed to know him, and stood quietly to be shorn. Kind clipped neatly, but not too close, as he had wished his brother to do with the sheep. When he had finished, the old man said: “Ye have done well; take the wool and the flock for your wages, return to the plain, and if you please, take this worthless brother with you.” Before Kind could answer, all the wolves had changed into the very sheep that had strayed so strangely away. All had grown fatter and thicker of fleece, and the hair he had cut off them lay by his side, a heap of wool so fine and soft that its like had never been seen on the plain. Covetous and Kind returned to the plain that night with great gladness. All the shepherds came to hear their wonderful story, and ever after liked to keep near them because they had such good luck. SPECTATOR 31 Belonging E. D.’15 Dorothy Stanford had never possessed a real girl friend. She lived about a mile from a small southern town, and the only time she had companions of any kind was in the sum- mer, when her two big brothers were home from school. She pined and wished so much for a real girl chum that her mother decided to send her away to a large school for girls, away up in New York state. Dorothy was delighted at the prospect of knowing a hundred girls and could hardly wait till she could meet the school girls. However, when she was introduced to the girls formally, she became self-conscious and shy. Later when Betty Allison spoke to her, she crawled away back in a big shell labeled “Shyness.” “Whew, she’s stiff,” commented Betty, and the word passed along, and was confirmed by so many other girls, that in a short time Dorothy was left entirely alone. Once she was asked if she had played on her school basketball team. Dorothy was stricken with a sudden fit of shyness, and only managed to murmur a faint, “No,” and forgot to tell them that she had played often with her brothers and was a good player. One day, about a week before Christmas, when attack- ed with a particularly bad spell of lonesomeness, she thought to herself, “I believe I will do something for some one to- day ; maybe I won’t be so lonesome.” Accordingly she set out to see Mrs. Harrington, an old blind lady. She read and sang until it was so late, she had to run back to school. Going through the gate she passed Helen Hartford, the captain of the team, and the most popular girl in the school. Unconsciously she smiled and Helen returned the smile and the two girls walked up the road together. Going into the building, Helen remarked, “We are going to have practice tonight for the big Christmas game. You know this the hardest game of the season; those Rockford girls have grit.” “Oh, I just love to play. I used to play with my brothers 32 SPECTATOR and I was equal to them most every time. Of course, they didn’t play roughly,” slipped out before Dorothy had time to think. “Gracious, why didn’t you tell me before. Well, never mind now, I’m in a hurry. Oh, say, I will call for you to- night; be sure and be ready.” Dorothy was happier than she had -been before in her life. At seven o’clock the girls called and Betty and Dorothy walked side by side. “I hear you can play,” said Betty, “what do you play?” “I play forward,” said Dorothy. Hump,” was the reply. “ so do I; wonder if you could beat me.” “I reckon not,” remarked Dorothy. “I haven’t played for a long time.” “Well, you are to have a try-out this evening,” Helen said. “I guess we will see.” Dorothy stood the test so well she was appointed a substitute. When she retired that night, she whispered to herself, “I almost belong now.” At last the day of the game arrived and Dorothy was gazing at the girls, perched every where, yelling for Helen one time and Betty the next. Dorothy wished with all her heart that they would cheer for her. But now the game had begun, and Dorothy was root- ing lustily for Athurs, when she saw Betty fall, get up, and limp painfully across the room, just as the first half ended. The girls clustered around her and Helen assisted her to the dressing room. There Miss Allison, the physical director, rendered the woeful verdict that Betty could not play any more that night. “But, Miss Allison, we must win,” cried Betty. “That’s all right, Betty, but you are going to stay here,” grimly replied the teacher. “I guess Dorothy Stanford can play, Betsy dear; we'll get along all right,” said Helen anxiously because the score was a tie. Then, raising her voice, “Dorothy Stanford will SPECTATOR 33 play in Betty’s place. Brace up. girls, don’t give up. Then the team took its place on the floor. For a few minutes Dorothy was self-conscious and play- ed badly, but just as the opposing team smelt victory in the air, Dorothy, with a supreme effort, controlled herself and through an antic her brothers had taught her. won the vic- tory for her school. The gallery rang with cheers and shouts, and then four of the girls picked up the victor, and carried the embar- rassed but happy girl around the floor. The whole school cheered for Dorothy Stanford, and when the tired girl went to bed, she said softly, “ I belong, I really belong to the school.” And I know she considered that victory the best Christ- mas gift she received. Weihnachten in Deutschland Viola Mosholder T6 ,,Bitte, erzahle mir wie die Deutschen Weihnachten fei- ern, sagte die kleine Maria zu ihrer Grossmutter eines Abends ein paar Tage vor Weihnachten. „Ja, das will ich tun. Da dies meine erste Weihnachten in Amerika ist, denke ich viel mehr von den Gewohnheiten meines Vaterlands.” „In Deutschland ist Weihnachten die Jahreszeit von all- gemeiner Freude. Die Deutschen denken in meinem Lande viel mehr von dem Gliicke von anderen als die Leute in Amerika. ..Die Deutschen fangen Monate vor Weihnachten an fiir das grosse Weihnachtsfest zu bereiten. Der Vater, die Mutter, die Kinder, und alle arbeiten fleissig fur die Bequem- lichkeit und Freude des Hauses. Die Mutter backt und kocht viel Gutes in der grossen Kiiche. Und welche guten Sachen zum Essen ! Es ist wirklich kein Ende zu den Kuchen. Unter den Deutschen ist Marzipan besonders beliebt. Sie machen es in vielen Formen, so wie Tieren und vielerlei anderen Dingen, mit welchen die Kinder sich sehr viel erfreuen. 34 SPECTATOR ,Jede deutsche Familie hat einen Weihnachtsbaum, ob es Kinder in der Familie gibt oder nicht. Es wiirde nicht Weihnachten sein ohne den Baum. Der Weihnachtsbaum wird vor dem Fenster aufgestellt, damit die Leute, die an dem Hause vorbeigingen, auch die Schonheit des Baumes ge- niessen konnen. Er wird mit goldenen und silbernen Aepfeln und Niissen, Sachen von Chokolade und Marzipan, Flitter, und vielen kleinen Lichtern geschmiickt. Die Kerzen werden in der Nacht angeziindet; und dann wie schon sieht alles aus! „Unter dem Baume steht ein Stall, worin Marie sitzt mit dem lieben Christkindchen auf den Knieen. Auch in dem Stalle sind Joseph und die Hirten. An verschiedenen Platzen hierin sind Ochsen, Kiihe, Schafe und Esel. Hoch iiber dem Baume ist ein Engel, der von der Decke des Zimmers hangt, und er hat ein Stuck Papier in der Hand. Auf diesem Papier steht der Weihnachtsgruss der Engel: „Ehre sei Gott in der Hohe und Friede auf Erden und den Menschen ein Wohl- gefallen.” „Das deutsche Fest fangt am vierundzwanzigsten De- zember an, das heisst am Weihnachtsabend. Um sechs Uhr sehen die Kinder den Weihnachtsbaum zum ersten Mal. und alles in dem Hause ist lustig. Weihnachtslieder werden ge- sungen, Geschichten werden erzahlt, und sie spielen die Vio- line und das Klavier. „An Weihnachten geht die Familie in die Kirche, aber nachher haben sie viele Freude zu Hause. ,Am interessantesten aber ist die Bescherung. Die Eltern kaufen gewohnlich die Geschenke fiir die Kinder, aber die Kinder miissen immer die Gaben fur die Eltern und nahe Verwandte kaufen. Die Gaben fiir einen jeden werden auf kleinen Tischen unter dem Baume gelegt. Jeder Tisch halt die Geschenke, Teller von Zuckerwerk, Niissen, und anderen guten Sachen. ,Die Deutschen verachten nicht die Niitzlichkeit der Ge- schenke wie die Amerikaner oft; aber mit diesen und den Geburtstagsgeschenken hoffen sie sich mit den Notwendig- keiten fur das Jahr, sowohl ais mit Ueberfliissen zu versehen. SPECTATOR 35 Man gibt Striimpfe, Kleider, Handschuhe, Pantoffeln, und andere niitzlichen Gaben; oft bekommt man Seife — nichts kommt iibel. „Den ganzen Tag lacht und singt die Familie. Dann am Abend fangt der Vater mit einem Weihnachtslied an und die Frau und die Kinder stimmen ein. Spater, oft am an- deren Tag, besuchen sich die Bekannte und Verwandte und geben einander herzlichste Griisse. Also ist diese Jahreszeit eine von grosser Freude und Gliickseligkeit. Das ist die Sitte der Deutschen.” c A Happy Christmas Helen Millhoff ’17 The train lumbered on. Betty Marsden read and dozed by turns. It was dusk and the lights had been turned on. Betty was tired for she had been traveling since yesterday. She expected to reach her destination that evening. This was her first trip to the South. Kitty Allen had invited her down for Christmas and New Year’s day. Betty was delighted to go, for Kitty and she had been chums at college. She was thinking of the fine time she would have, when there came a shrill blast from the locomotive whistle, a grinding of brakes, and the train stopped. Several of the passengers got out to investigate. After a time the conductor came through the car saying, “The bridge over a small creek not far away has burned. We will have to wait till to-mor- row morning, so that the repair crew from the next station can build a temporary bridge.” After he had passed on, Betty got off the train and de- cided to take a walk. She walked about half a mile, then stopped and looked about her. What she saw was a roll- ing country, evidently good farm land but full of weeds. The fences were fallen down. In fact, everything seemed to be in a state of neglect. Not far away, on top of a slight elevation, Betty caught a glimpse of a large, white house and upon walking nearer she discovered an old, white haired gentleman leaning on the wrought-iron gate. He 36 SPECTATOR had evidently discovered the stopping of the train and when Betty approaching, he raised his hat and asked if she was one of the passengers. Betty replied in the affirmative. “Could you tell me what is the mattah?” Certainly,” replied Betty. “The bridge over a small creek ahead has burned and the train must stop till to-mor- row.” They talked a while and Betty, charmed by the courtesy of the old gentleman, told how this was her first trip to the South and how she was going to Kitty Allen’s for Christ- mas and New Year’s. “Kitty Allen! I know her. She is my niece. So you all are going to visit her. Won’t you all come in and meet her Aunt Mahgaret?” he said. He and Betty passed up the broad avenue, beneath huge live oaks. Here were groups of neglected huts which had evidently been used for slave quarters before the war. Near them was a larger house which had been occupied by the overseer. A little farther on, the avenue curved, and they came to a large, white house, evidently of the ante-bellum period. A broad veranda extended along the front. Vines grew up over it. Plots of ground with many dead stalks showed that there was a profusion of flowers in summer. From the avenue a glimpse was caught of large stables. “Mothah! Oh, Mothah!” called the old man. ‘‘Heah’s a visitah.” “Land sakes! Who, Charles?” and a little old lady ap- peared on the veranda. She was dressed simply. Her white hair was drawn back loosely and gathered into a knot be- hind. “This is Miss Mahsden, who is going to visit Kitty. The bridge ovah Snaky Creek buhned down and I have in- vited her to come in foah a little while.” “Come in. You all are quite welcome, I’m suah,” and she led the way into the house. After they had talked a while. Mrs. Gray (for this was SPECTATOR 37 the old lady’s name) said, “Miss Mahsden, couldn’t you all stay heah to-night?” “Why, yes, if it would be no trouble to you,” replied Betty. “Chahles, you all go down to the train and ask them to let Miss Mahsden know befoah they staht in the mawn- ing.” Mr. Gray and Betty walked down to the train and found the conductor, who knew the old man, for he said, “How do you do, Mr. Gray. The bridge over Snaky Creek has burned.” “So this young lady has been telling me,” returned Mr. Gray. “I have asked her to stay at ouah house foah the night. She has consented and we would be much obliged if you all would let us know befoah the train stahts in the mawning.” “Certainly I will,” replied the conductor. “I’ll tell the engineer to blow two blasts with the whistle.” The old man went after Betty’s bags and the conductor said, “If you like to hear war stories ask him to tell you some for he was a Confederate soldier.” As Betty said, “Thank you,” Mr. Gray returned and they walked back to the house. When they reached it they ate their evening meal and then went to the sitting room. It was an immense room with a huge fireplace at one end. They sat around the fire and Mr. Gray told some war stories. It was found that he and Betty’s grandfather had been great friends, even though they fought on opposite sides. Betty casually remarked what a beautiful place they had. Mr. Gray looked at his wife, then he said, “It won’t be ouah’s foah long. Theah is a moahgage whose payment falls due in a week. We are not able to pay. The man will not wait, but is going to foahclose, so we lose ouah home soon.” “What a pity!” exclaimed Betty sympathetically. 38 SPECTATOR The subject was dropped and they soon retired, but Betty could not sleep as she thought of how the old couple dreaded the losing of their old home. All at once an idea flashed into her head and after thinking awhile she drop- ped off to sleep. The next morning, she and Mr. Gray walked down and she boarded the train, and when she reached her destination, her plan was matured. When the train stopped at Hilldale, there was Kitty waiting. The moment Betty appeared. Kitty ran to her. “I’ve been pahfectly distracted. I didn’t know what awful accident might have happened. I’m so glad to have you heah, that I don’t know what to do. It seems ages since I saw you last. Don’t you all remembah me standing on the platfohm waving my handkerchief and you all wav- ing yoahs from the train? And how we almost cried ouh eyes out. You all must tell me all about yoahself. But heah I am talking as if I were wound off. I’ll go and get yoah trunks sent up. Get into the carriage,” and off she flew. “Wait! Wait!” cried Betty. “I want to send a tele- giam to father.” They went to the telegraph office and Betty sent a long telegram to her father. Then they went to the carriage and set out for home. Not long after, Mr. Marsden, seated in his office, re- ceived a telegram from his daughter asking for a large sum of money. It gave her whole plan in full. Mr. Marsden remembered that his father had spoken of a Charles Gray who had saved his life in the war; he gladly sent the money. On the way home Betty unfolded her plan to Kitty and the following afternoon found a large pine tree on its way to the old couple, and that evening found the girls, laden With baskets, setting out for the same place. They spent a happy evening with the old people, who retired early. The girls got the Christmas tree, which was SPECTATOR 39 hidden in one of the slave huts, and set, it up. They trim- med it and hung the presents on it. The next morning when the old couple got down stairs the first sounds that greeted them were two “Merry Christ- mas,” and when they got to the sitting room, there was the Christmas tree, glittering with its fragile ornaments. The old couple then took off their gifts after they had recov- ered from the surprise. The first was a large white envel- ope addressed to Aunt Margaret and Uncle Charles and containing the receipted mortgage. The old people looked at each other with happy faces but when they looked for the girls, they were gone. They had slipped upstairs. Fun reigned in the dignified old house that day and evening. After the girls had left, two very happy old peo- ple sat at the fire and talked and at Hilldale two very happy young people talked in bed until late in the night. When Betty returned to the North, she said that it was the happiest Christmas she had ever spent. There is a standing invitation at the old home for her and many a happy day has she spent there. Friends John Louis Geis T7 There were once two dogs who became good friends in a peculiar manner. The one, a fair sized Boston Terrier or “Bud as he was called, was owned by a wealthy family of New York by the name of Long. The dog was given by Mr. Long to his daughter. The cur had been disowned ever since the death of his master two years before. His only home was an old broken box back of a meat market. Two weeks before Christmas, on a cold brisk day, the big auto of Mr. Long swung around' the snow-covered drive to the front steps of the family residence. The front door was opened and Bud came bounding out of the house follow- ed by his mistress, who walked to the auto, the dog unwill- ingly following. 40 SPECTATOR As the auto spun through the crowded streets of the Metropolis, Bud seeing the number of dogs running around loose thought how fine it would be to do the same. The auto zigzaged here and there, dodging a street car, then a nation and stopped. The chauffeur opened the door and Bud nation and stopped. The chauffeur opened the door and uBd and his mistress came out. Bud turned around just in time to see a large bull dog disappear in an alley. He ran down the street and looking into the alley, saw the bull dog turn around, eye him a minute, and then run toward him. As the dog approached. Bud heard him growl savagely. In less than a minute the bull dog was upon him. Bud, taken by surprise, put up the best fight he could but was soon over- come and fell panting and bleeding. But he had a friend in need. Looking up, he saw another dog, a common cur, attacking the bull dog. The fight lasted only a few moments, when the bull dog ran down the alley, yelping and suspending one lame paw in the air. Then the victor came to Bud and seemed to say, “Come, I will help you.” But followed him to his broken box. As soon as Bud’s mistress had discovered his absence, she ran about the store looking for him but could not find him. She inquired of.the chauffeur if he had seen the dog but he had not. She enetered the auto and rode to the Po- lice Station, notifying them of her loss, and then drove home. For several days two boys had seen the cur carrying bits of meat to the box back of the meat market and on the day before Christmas as they returned from a day’s sport on the ice, they saw the cur again disappear in the box. Deciding to investigate, they found Bud in the box, dragged him out, and saw the name of Long on the collar. Knowing of the reward offered, they decided to take him home and return him to Miss Long the following day. In spite of their efforts to keep him away, the cur kept following them. Christmas dawned cold and blustering. The boys arose SPECTATOR 41 early and started on their journey. Again., as on the night before, they were followed by the cur. As they neared the home, Bud recognized the surroundings and began barking for joy. As the door was opened to admit them, Bud rushed in and ran through the house, the cur following. Miss Long, hearing him, came running down the steps delighted. The boys told their story, not forgetting to tell of the faithfulness of the cur. Seeing the dogs’ affection for one another, Miss Long decided to keep the cur. What She Gave Ethel Hurrel T4 Catherine Warren, the only daughter of a wealthy Chi- cago lumber dealer, was attending Lincoln College, in New England, merely because her parents wished it. She would have nothing to do when she graduated at the end of the year, except, as she laughingly remarked to her friends, “help Dad spend his money and probably get married some day.” Her room-mate, Ruth Jackson, was the oldest of five children of a widow, and her home was in western Ohio. There Mrs. Jackson kept Ruth in school and poverty from the door by sewing and dressmaking. As she was a very delicate woman, it was necessary for Ruth to hurry through school in order to take her place as bread-winner for the family. These two girls, in spite of the difference in their posi- tions, were very good friends. Tonight they were both in their room on the fourth floor of the dormitory. It was only a few days until Christmas and all of the other girls, and the teachers from that floor had gone home to spend the holidays. Catherine had not gone because her parents were traveling in Europe, and she wished to stay with Ruth, who had not gone home be- cause the journey would be too expensive. Catherine sat at the desk writing and Ruth at the win- 42 SPECTATOR dow reading. Outside a clock chimed five and Catherine jumped to her feet. “Oh, gracious!” she exclaimed. “I told Doc I’d be there at five,” and hurriedly putting on her coat and hat, she rush- ed away to keep an appointment with her dentist. A half hour later Ruth arose to light the student’s lamp on the desk. As she drew the match aoross the mat on the wall, it broke and the lighted end dropped down on Cath- erine’s unfinished letter to her mother. Before Ruth could extinguish the fire, the letter had partly burned. On the re- maining fragment was written, “—this for Ruth. I hope it will please her. I want to give her a Christmas gift that she will appreciate and remember as long as—” Ruth un- consciously read it and smiled. She did not know then that Catherine’s gift would be something greater than what was spoken of in the letter. “It was the night before Christmas”—but the almost un- occupied old dormitory was not peacefully still. Frequent crashes and the constant crackling of flames disturbed the midnight stillness. Soon after the clock outside had an- nounced the Christmas morning, Catherine awoke, choked, gasped, and then relaized that the old building was burning. Her screams of terror aroused Ruth, and they both ran from the room. The long hall was a mass of flames and neither stairway could be reached. They rushed back into the room and closed the door. Ruth opened the windows to search for some means of escape. Lincoln had only one volunteer fire department and this had not yet arrived on the scene; and, even tho they would soon come, they would not know that two girls were trap- ped on the fourth floor. As Ruth glanced to the pavement below, she realized that it would be impossible for them to jump. Choking and gasping, she hopelessly sat down on the window sill. Meanwhile Catherine, who was watching the dark out- lines of the door for the flames to break through, was busily SPECTATOR 43 thinking. Suddenly she sprang forward, ran to her trunk, and soon staggered back to the windows with an old rope. With a groan she turned to her friend. “It will not stand the strain of b—,” but then she check- ed herself and thought. The rope would only bear one per- son, but she could not go and leave Ruth when she was so badly needed at home. With trembling fingers Catherine threw the rope around the narrow facing between the two windows, and knotted it securely. She then tied the brass student’s lamp to the other end and flung it from the window. The girls soon heard it crash on the pavement below. Choking back a sob, Catherine turned to Ruth and said, “Thank God, it’s long enough! Hurry Ruth!” But Ruth insisted that she go first. Catherine knew that if Ruth were told that the rope was to weak for both to go, she would insist on staying. “You go first, Ruth. I’ll—come after,” she begged as she pushed her friend toward the window. After vainly protesting, Ruth caught the rope and started to descend. A few moments later, as Catherine staggered back from the window, the flames burst through the door, and from the light of the fire she saw that where the rope lay over the stone ledge of the window it was slowly being cut in two. Leaning far out of the window, she grasped the rope below this place and, holding it tightly, she called out, “Hur- ry, Ruth ! The rope will not hold!” Back through the smoke came the reply, “Come ahead. I’m almost down.” “But I can’t come, Ruth. The rope wasn’t strong enough for both, and if you don’t hurry, it won’t hold long enough for you to get safely down.” This was followed by a few seconds of silence. Cath- erine’s shoulders acked from the strain and her clothes and flesh were burning. 44 SPECTATOR Dazed and gasping, she called out, “Ruth,” and far be- low she heard her name called. She answered as loudly as she could and she heard again from below, “Catherine. Oh, Catherine. You knew when you told me to come that both of us could not escape.” Almost mechanically she answered, “Yes, Ruth. Goodbye,” and, as she sank unconscious to the floor, the last strand broke, but the rope did not fall, for Ruth was safe on the pavement below. The next day, as Ruth helped remove the debris from around the burned and blackened body of her friend, she thought of Catherine’s unfinished letter to her mother, and with tears rolling down her face, she whispered to the dead friend, “It was a gift that I will appreciate and remember as long as I live.” The Little Holly-Wreath Box Lorene Martin ’16 It was very early Christmas morning, and the Heavens were lavishing their purest offering over the soft cushion which had covered the earth in the night. Slowly the sheds and bushes were becoming masses of white, and even the little cottage with its rattling door and windows was a pic- ture of Christmas time. Save for the rattling caused by the wind, the little cot- tage had been in perfect stillness for hours. The first sound within was the gentle opening of a door, and the appearance of a bent figure in a very faintly lighted room. Slowly, and almost noiselessly, the figure moved toward the lone win- dow. As the shade was softly raised, the figure became dis- tinct in the morning light, and proved to be that of a little aged woman. As she turned away, after watching the snow for a short time, a slight stir sounded in a small wooden bed in a corner of the room, and a faint voice whispered, “Good morning, Granny dear.” “Good morning, my dear! I didn’t think that you were SPECTATOR 45 awake. It’s so early,” and the white head bent forward over the pillow to give the usual morning kiss. “But it’s Christmas morning, and I wanted it to be diff- erent from other mornings, so I prayed last night that the dawning of Christmas might waken me.” “Well, your prayer was surely answered. Hilda, darling, and with the dawn came a snowy Christmas. Just see those fleecy flakes!” “Aren’t they wonderful, Granny! So pure, and white, and free! How I’d love to be able to touch them! But I’ll be happy if I may just sit near the window.” “But I’m afraid the day will be long and wearisome if you rise so soon.” Christmas can never be long and wearisome, Granny, when you’re here to help me into my rocker,” answered the sweet, gentle voice, as Granny wrapped a woolen shawl about the frail little body, and half carried it to a large hickory rocker near the window. The rocker seemed very large for so small a body, but the extra space was soon taken up with the pillows from the bed. Then Granny smoothed back the golden, waving braid, gazed happily into the violet eyes which smiled up at her from a beautiful countenance, lighted up by the glow of sweet innocence and purity. “I feel so happy, Granny; even if I hug you with only one arm, for, when I awoke, I felt that today I must for- get all about the sleepy side. I feel that I can be happy on Christmas day because my dear Lord has given me the use of my right side, and has kept the left side because He knows best. And I’m still happier because this is the day when you promised to tell the story to me, the story of how I came to you. Will you tell me now, Granny?” “Not now, Hilda, I must get our Christmas breakfast now, for early to rise means early to eat. I’ll be back be- fore you’ve counted half the snowflakes that you see!” and smiling confidently into the pleading face she pattered down the narrow steps to a tidy little kitchen which, with a bright 46 SPECTATOR fire glowing from the grate of a small coal range, and a stream of vapor escaping from a nicely polished tea-kettle, gave evidence that the pattering feet had descended the stairs earlier in the morning. In a few moments, she was starting to ascend the stairs with a dish of inviting porridge when a gentle tap at the door arrested her attention. A merry Christmas to yer, Granny!” called a cheerful voice. How’s my little gal today? O, that’s good! Wal, I reckon I will come in. I’ve got a present fer Hilda,” and, after carefully stamping the snow from his felt boots, Mr. Graham entered the kitchen. His weatherbeaten face was a cheerful one, and in spite of his seventy years, the plump red cheeks stood out in contrast to the snowy hair which hindered not the bright, joyous, youthful light in his round brown eyes. ‘‘I was just takin’ Hilda her breakfast, Mr. Graham,” appologized Granny edging toward the stairs, determined that nothing should detain her. “Wal, I’ve got sumpthin’ better’n breakfast fer the gal. I’ve got a Christmas gift. I tell you how I happens to find it. I’s walkin’ along contented as yer please when I sees the thing a lyin' in the road, so I picks it up and see it’s this here li’l box all tied up with red ribbon. So I picks ’im up and jest thinks, ‘wal this was niver meant fer me,’ but not knowin’ who it did belong ter, thinks I, ‘I’ll jest give it ter my li’l gal, seein’s there’s no name ter it.’ And now I want yer to give it fer me. and jes’ say that Santy brung it, will yer?” But before Granny could answer, he had closed the door after him as if fearing that she would not accept his gift. Hilda was puzzled at the strange story, but eagerly un- tied the ribbon, removed the paper, and found a small white box about two inches long and half as wide, ornamented by one tiny holly wreath, made of tiny, natural holly leaves and berries. But, what was in it? A tiny gold cross wrapped in a SPECTATOR 47 bit of tissue paper, and attached to a daintily linked gold chain! Hilda looked bewildered as she picked the treasure out of the box, but her attention was soon attracted by a slip of folded paper in the bottom of the box. With trembling fingers she unfolded it, while Granny watched her movements with mingled awe and anxiety. “My dear friend,” began the mysterious message, “I know not who you are or how much you will appreciate this gift. But you are only one of many who has received the same kind of gift from me. Every Christmas I send a cross to someone unknown to me, and I always give my reason. “A short time after my husband’s death, I was up street (in New York City) with my little child, shopping. The stores were very greatly crowded, for it was the week be- fore Christmas. I had been admiring some articles, and had not noticed that my little three-year-old Hilda had disap- peared. When I looked for her, I could not find her. The store was searched, officers made a search throughout the entire city, but my little Hilda, my sole joy and delight, my beautiful, pure, golden-haired Hilda was lost to me forever. I always remember her as I last saw her, looking into my face with her big violet eyes, and I remember having noticed her little cross chained about her neck. That was twelve years ago. and though I have searched and waited. I have never heard of my dear little girl, nor of her golden cross. I have prayed that I might know if she is in this world; for, if she is, and if she has her little cross, she knows her name which is engraved on the back of it. So I always send my Christmas cross in a little holly-wreath box with the public Christmas donations, hoping that perhaps God will carry it to her, or make it the means of bringing her to me. A sorrowful mother, Mrs. Hilda Andrews.” Nervously Hilda clasped the little golden cross, and then felt for the one she always wore. “Hilda” was on her cross. 48 SPECTATOR One year had passed since that Christmas day, and when Hilda awoke she was clasped in her own mother’s arms, and then in Granny’s. “O,, it’s a day just like last Christmas, Granny,” cried Hilda. “But it’s so different in many ways. “Last Christmas I knew no mother; I awoke early, eager to hear the story you had for me. But the little holly- wreath box told me the story. It brought my mother to me. Last Christmas you lifted me from bed; today I shall not rise. When my mother was lost, God gave me my one side, but now I have her instead of my side, and both sides are paralyzed. But today I'm going to get well. I’m go- ing to the One who guided the little holly-wreath box to me. He is going to cure me. He told so last night. I’m going to get well soon, my Granny, and my Mother! I’m going to get well forever.” The day had been long and quiet in the Andrews home, and as evening approached, a shadow seemed to creep over the entire house. Quietly Granny and Hilda’s mother were waiting for death, fearing it, longing for some way to check it. But the soul was soon to go, and was happy to the last. Even when the white lips could barely move, a smile as pure as that of an angel overspread the loving face. Suddenly the lips moved, and as Granny and Mrs. An- drews approached the bed, a weary, yet clear, sweet voice said, “I’m going now, Mother dear. I’m going farther than I had come when I first found Granny’s cottage. Goodby, Mother dear, please be good to Granny. Granny, here’s my little holly-wreath box. Please keep it for me.” SPECTATOR 49 She TJHgh irlutnl iqirrtattrr JOHNSTOWN. PA., JANUARY, 1914. SUBSCRIPTION PRICE 75 CENTS. PER COPY, 10 CENTS SiUturtal ani Humnrufi taff LULU MEYER, ’14. Editor MERRILL DIXON, ’14, Associate Editor Exchange Editors KATHYRN BRYAN, ’14 MARGARET GREER, ’14 Society Editors CLARICE GRUMBLING. 14 RUTH HEILMAN. ’14 School Reporter WALTER CRAMER, ’14 School News JOHN GERHARDT, ’14 GRIFFITH OWENS, ’14 EDWARD MARCHL, ’14 Current Events, MARY EVANS, ’14 Art Editor, CLEO RHINE. ’14 Athletic Editor. CHARLES SPECK. ’14 Cartoonist. CYRIL SMITH, ’15 Alumni Editor, ROBERT GREER, ’14 Class Representatives CHARLES KRESS, ’15 ALBERT CALLET. ’16 PHILIP WALTER. ’17 Business Manager. EARLE W. SHOMO, ’14 Advertising Manager, LELAND W. WALKER, ’14 Associates-JAMES LEWIS, ’15 RALPH COLEMAN, ’15 MORRIS REYNOLDS. ’14 HERBERT DAVIES, ’14 JAMES LYMAN. ’14 HERBERT SILVERSTONE, '14 OSCAR KAMINSKEY, ’14 HARRY STETLER, ’14 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, as MSS. must be handed in to the editor not later than the 12th of each month. The judges for the Christmas Story Contest were Miss Walters, Miss Wertz and Miss Ankeny. “The Christmas Bargain” by Esther Teeter and “A Salem Christmas” by Margaret Lindsey were the first and second choices of the judges. Prizes of three dollars and two dollars were given to the winners. The judges said that the stories entered this year were unusually good. “Christmas Reveries” and An Old Fashioned Umbrella” were very well written but did not meet the requirements. Other stories deserving men- so SPECTATOR tion are “Friends,” “The Little Holly wreath Box,” and “Aunt Elizabeth’s Request.” In our school library is a book by Professor Royce on “The Philosophy of Loyalty.” This book is very interesting and has many useful suggestions. We have in the following paragraph briefly summed up a few of the main points. We know that those interested in this subject will find it worth while to read further in the book. The term “loyalty” comes to us as a good old popular word without any exact definition. In estimating the place of loyalty in the moral life, we cannot place it too highly. The loyal are the only human beings who can have any reasonable hope of genuine success. Loyalty, when loy- alty is properly defined, is the fulfilment of the whole moral law. In defining loyalty, we may say that loyalty is the will- ing and thoroughgoing devotion of a person to a cause. War and loyalty have been, in the past, two very closely associated ideas. The true conception of loyalty has been obscured by viewing the warrior as the most typical representative of rational loyalty. Dr. Rudolf Steinmetz says that war gives an opportunity for loyal devotion so notable and important that, if war were altogether abolished, one of the greatest goods of civilization would thereby be hopelessly lost. The devotion of a patriot to his country is a very good instance of loyalty, for a man is loyal first when he has some cause to which he is loyal; second, when he willingly and thor- oughly devotes himself to this cause; and thirdly, when he expresses his devotion in some sustained and practical way, by acting steadily in the service of his cause. However, the devotion of a matyr to his religion; the devotion of a ship’s captain to the requirements of his office when, after a dis- aster, he works steadily for his ship’s company until the last possible service is accomplished, so that he is the last man to leave the ship, and is ready if need be to go down with his ship, are typical cases of loyalty which fulfil the require- SPECTATOR 51 ments of the definition. They involve the willingness of the loyal man to do his service. The loyal man’s cause is his cause by virtue of the consent of his own will. His de- votion is his own. He chooses it, or, at all events, approves it. Moreover, he is practical: he does something. Loyalty is never mere emotion. Adoration and affec- tion may go with loyalty, but can never alone constitute it. Loyalty without self-control is impossible. The loyal man does not merely follow his own impulses. He looks to his cause for guidance. This cause tells him what to do and he does it. A loyal man has a cause. It is difficult to judge what makes a good cause. He might have a cause which is not worthy of loyalty. Evidently he has a cause which he per- sonally values. Otherwise, how could he be devoted to it? His cause is something which is viewed by him as something outside of him. Perhaps, as in the case of devotion to country, his cause includes himself. Many people find that they need loyalty. We must now determine what causes are worthy of loyalty. This seems very complex, but there is a simple way of estimating the value of loyalty. Whether a man is loyal to a good cause or to a bad cause, his own personal attitude, when he is loyal, has a certain general quality. He is in a certain state of mind, which has its own value for himself. To live a loyal life, whatever be one’s cause, is to live in a way which is certainly free from many well-known sources of inner dis- satisfaction. Thus hesitancy is often corrected by loyalty; for the cause plainly tells the loyal man what to do. It also tends to unify life, to give it centre, fixity, and stability. Loyalty, be the cause worthy or unworthy, is for the loyal man a good. Aanybody who, for a time, is in charge of the lives of others, for instance anyone who takes a party of children on a pleasure trip, may have the opportunity to possess and to show as genuine a loyalty as does the true-hearted captain of the sinking ship. For danger is everywhere, and to be in 52 SPECTATOR charge of life is always an occasion for loyalty. The loyal are to be found in all orders of society. The king and the peasant, the saint and the worldly all have their various op- portunities for loyalty. Professor Royce maintains that the principle of loyalty to loyalty is a sufficient expression of what common sense calls “the dictates of conscience.” He defines conscience as a mental possession which enables us to pass some sort of judgment, correct or mistaken, upon moral questions as they arise. Loyalty to loyalty is not a vain ideal. The spirit of loyalty is practical, simple, teachable, and is for all normal men a good. If a man were a loyal judge on the bench, whose cause was his official function, then his judicial conscience would be simply his whole ideal as a judge. If, at a given moment, he tended to lay unfair stress upon one side of a controversy that had been brought into the court, his ideal would say: “But a judge is impartial.” To have a conscience then is to have a cause and to be loyal to it. We have shown in a few instances how loyalty may be connected with the principles of moral law. The training for loyalty is one of the great needs of the American people of to-day. SPECTATOR 53 “Mountaineer”—Surely one story doesn’t compose your literary department! Isn’t there a poet hidden within your walls? “Enterprise,” Raleigh, N. C.—More cuts would improve your paper. A “Memorial Number” is original in school pa- pers. ‘Red and Black,” Reading, Pa.—Your stories are clever and well written, especially “In 1900.” If you must have something among your advertisements, why don’t you put some jokes there? “Racquet,” Portland, Me.—Your paper needs more cuts and also a larger literary department. Your quality of pa- per is very good. “Yucca,” Tucumcari, N. M.—If your advertising manager would secure more advertisements, you could have a bet- ter grade of paper in your magazine. Better cuts would also improve it. “Comet,” Mil., Wis.—Surely a paper of your size and quality could be maintained without the advertisements on the covers. Your paper is very well illustrated. We like to see current events in a school paper; yours are ex- ceptionally good. In fact, all your departments are well developed but you are not fair with all your exchanges. Habit, Salina, Kansas—Your Indian issue was a clever idea. “Indian Summer” shows thoughtfulness. The Habit Staff article was amusing as well as appropriate for the issue. Your exchange department should have more attention and a current event department should not be neglected. Record, Staunton, Va.—You have plenty of stories in your magazine but there is no depth to their plots. More de- 54 SPECTATOR partments and cuts would improve your paper. “Interlude,” South Bend, Ind.—Welcome, we congratulate you upon your new school. Great things should be ac- complished with such opportunities. “Student,” Providence, R. I.—We expected more from you than we received. Your staff ought to be able to pro- duce a more efficient paper. “Tattler, Nashua, N. H.—Cuts! Cuts! Your exchange de- partment is well written up and your literary department is fairly commendable, but do not let the rest of the pa- per suffer. “Mirror, Birmingham, Ala.—Your literary department is very good. Why don’t you criticize all the exchanges you receive? “Anvil,” Painesville—Instead of having departments telling about each class, why not encourage each class to show their skill in story writing? It would be worth while for many pupils to read your editorial. “Spectator,” Harrisburg, Pa.—The “Matched Wits” and “The Proxy” in the October issue are both deserving of prizes. You seem to take an interest in athletics. “Kuay”—“Diane of the Lost Garden” was an entertain- ing story. Your cuts are very enlivening and all the dapart- ments are cared for in a diligent manner. The “Varsity” under “Athletics” was interesting. “Tiltonian,” N. H.—If your magazine was arranged dif- ferently it would show the contents to more advantage. Pa- per of a better quality would also help. You have plenty of stories but it doesn’t seem so under the present arrange- ment. “Oracle,” Jacksonville, Fla.—Your school maintains a great interest in different departments. In our estimation a magazine of your size wouldn’t need to put advertisement on the back cover. “Red and Black,” Salt Lake City, Utah—Your October and November numbers are both interesting. The stories are SPECTATOR 55 clever and the cuts interesting. We are very glad to see that your exchange department is large. “Lombard Review’’—Your advertising manager is “right there” with the advertisements but the stories are few and far between. “High School News,” Lancaster, Pa.—To begin with, your cover lacks artistic qualities. What happened to your exchange editors? “High School Journal,” Pittsburgh, Pa.—Your “Fresh- man Number” lacks cuts. The exchange department was al- most entirely ignored. “Central High School,” Cleveland, O.—Why do you have the cover larger than the rest of the magazine? Don’t you think it makes the paper more awkward to handle? Origi- nal cuts would add much. Your two stories were good, but more stories and poems should be contributed to a monthly of your size. “Argus,” Harrisburg, Pa.—Your cuts are too ridiculous. A few comic cuts are amusing but without' any artistic feat- ures a paper becomes monotonous. From appearances your school has plenty of school and athletic spirit. “Our College Times,” Elizabethtown, Pa.—We are glad to see that you have the name of your town on the cover where it is conspicuous. Why do you acknowledge so many exchanges? It would improve the department if you criti- cized them. “The Easterner,” Wash., D. C.—Where are your literary and exchange departments? “Quill,” Parkersburg, W. Va.—Your paper is entirely too crowded. Separate your departments more distinctly. “Academy Spectator,” Harrisburg, Pa.—Why don’t you criticize your exchanges instead of simply acknowledging them? Your stories this month, November, are clever and original. “Orange and Black,” Milton, Pa.—Your paper needs bet- ter cuts, the print is too heavy. Couldn’t you enlarge your departments? 56 SPECTATOR “World,” St. Paul, Minn.—We always look forward to your new cuts. “The Value of a Promise” is interesting and the “Editorial” is earnestly composed. Would’nt the adver- tisements do just as well in the back? “Optic,” Columbus, Ohio—Poetry is always appreciated if it is worth reading but why don’t you class it with the literature and scatter your poems among the stories in an interesting fashion? “The High School Times”—Your literary department is well taken care of but where is your exchange department? It would be more interesting if your designs were original. “The Klakahma”—From your editorial it is evident that your school is a small one. Nevertheless you have an up to date paper. A few more cuts and stories would greatly improve it. “The Crescent,” Moorhead, Minn.—We see you still have your Norwegian department. We congratulate you on it. A new cover would help your paper. “Oracle,” N. Des Moines High School—The size of your paper is out of proportion to the number of pages. A small- er sized magazine would be more attractive. “Monthly Daedalion”—Why don’t you criticise your ex- changes. It would be more helpful to you and the other schools. “The Philomathean,” Bridgewater College—Your liter- ary department shows deep thought but you need something to enliven your paper. “The Toltec,” Durango, Col.—Don’t you think a new cover would greatly improve your paper? You have an ex- ceptionally large literary department and all your stories show ability on the part of the authors. “High School Omnibus,” Franklin, Pa.—Why do you scatter advertisements thruout your paper? Nothing de- tracts from the appearance of a magazine so much as these. You need more and better cuts, too. Put your artists to work. “The Quill,” Parkersburg, W. Va.—With all your ad- vertisements I think you could have a better magazine. Do SPECTATOR 57 not place the advertisements among the literary numbers. “Purple and Gold,” Ashland, O.—Why don’t you charge more for your paper and thereby make it a better one? You need better headings and cuts. The different departments are difficult to find. “Purple and White,” Allentown, Pa.—Fill up the empty spaces! “Criterion”—Enlarge your exchange department. The cuts which you have are good. “High School Life,” Warren, O.—Your magazine is clumsy. Can’t you get more than one story from your school? With all those advertisements you should have a first-class magazine. “Q,” Quincy High School—You certainly have a lively joke department and a fairly large literary department. Couldn’t you add a few more pages to your magazine and avoid printing advertisements on the cover? “The Kiskiminetan,” Kiskiminetas Springs High School —You are one of the few of our exchanges which avoid placing advertisements on the cover. We congratulate you. However, you need some cuts to enliven your paper? “Brown and White,” Greensburg, Pa.—Your editorial is interesting this month. Your class notes are also interesting. “High School Herald”—A new cover would make your paper more interesting. You have a good exchange depart- ment but your magazine is too crowded. RETURNS Your paper is very good and seems complete with the exception of a few cuts.—“Red and Black,” Salt Lake City, Utah. A welcome friend! You have a fine literary department, full of interesting stories.—“High School Argus,” Harris- burg, Pa. “The Spectator” is the first on our list this year. Your stories are witty and bright, your cover being next and the quality of your paper good. Yours is an interesting and at- tractive little paper.—“The Yucca,” Tucumcari, New Mexico. 58 SPECTATOR ‘‘The Spectator” arrived promptly upon the 1st of Octo- ber, the first fall exchange we received. We are pleased to see that the quality of the paper is still up to the standard. The cover deserves special mention. A paper must have a good reputation and a hustling advertising manager to obtain twenty pages of advertisements.—“The World,” St. Paul. The literary variety in your October number is very marked indeed. In this present day of ragtime more arti- cles such as your splendid ‘‘Musical Appreciation” are of great need. “The Lemon” did hold our interest but prob- ably on account of its photo-play plot. We take it that “Old Quebec” is an account of the author’s personal experiences. Articles such as these are of far more value than those writ- ten from book-learned facts. All of your department head- ings are exceptionally good. That football cartoon has many professional characteristics. A very good paper is yours.”— “The Comet,” Milwaukee, Wis. What an attractive autumn cover you have! Your cur- rent event department is a new feature which might well be copied by other school papers. Your school must be blessed with that saving sense, humor, for your joke depart- ment is particularly amusing. We certainly hope that your other numbers will come up to the standard of your October one. If they do you may look only for praise.—“Racquet,” Portland. Maine. Up to the usual standard. Your literary department is fine.—“The Quill,” Parkersburg, W. Va. Your literary department interests us very much, and your paper as a whole is among the best we received.— “Purple and White,” Allentown, Pa. A well edited paper. A few stories with some definite plot would imprdve your literary department.—“High School Omnibus,” Franklin, Pa. “The Spectator” gives evidence of hard work in pro- ducing such a full edition in the beginning of the year. The essay on “Music Appreciation” and the description of “Old Quebec” were very pleasant reading, but the stories lacked SPECTATO R 59 force and vividness which made them seem unreal. A glimpse at the jokes revealed a slight upheaval, such as is witnessed during the fall house-cleaning. Perhaps by the Thanksgiv- ing Number it will be possible to straighten them out and place the advertisements where they belong and gather the jokes together. The cover is dainty and suitable for an autumn number, while the quality of paper is of a high grade, and the printing is, as the old saying goes, “good for sore eyes.”—“The Criterion,” Bridgeport, Conn. A good paper but you need more cuts. Your advertis- ing manager must be a hustler.—“Red and Black,” Reading, Pa. You have a good literary department. A few more cuts would improve the appearance of your magazine.—“The Mir- ror,” Birmingham, Ala. “The Spectator” represents a school in which it would appear there are a number of poets. While the poetry is good, the prose in the paper is also excellent, and the “Spec- tator” is perhaps our best exchange.— The Student.” Alumni Notes John Lindsay is considered one of the greatest ends Pittsburg ever had. James James '13 made the squad his freshman year at Pittsburg and has distinguished himself. Wallace Smith ’13 is a member of the Mandolin Club at Carnegie Tech. Walter Krebs ’13 was appointed a member of the Ban- quet Committee at Cornell. Leroy Scanlan T2 was elected Secretary of the law class of 1916 at the University of Michigan. 60 SPECTATOR The football season of nineteen thirteen, though not finan- cially satisfactory, was fairly successful otherwise, the team having gained six victories, having been defeated three times, and having played a scoreless tie. Thanksgiving Day completed a schedule of games, the result of which by no means proved the quality of football which they were capable of producing. This team averaged one hundred and forty-three pounds, being the lightest team that High School has ever known. The weather conditions this year were by no means fav- orable. The rain which fell on all but two occasions on which they played was a great disadvantage to a light team, especially when they were playing Greensburg and Harris- burg. Greensburg Game The annual football game between Greensburg and Johnstown High School took place on Saturday, November 15. It was witnessed by about two thousand people, of whom some two hundred and fifty were from Greensburg. The field was a sea of mud and a drizzling rain fell, so that conditions under which the game was played were very disagreeable. Greensburg’s men, being slightly heavier than the Johns- town team and more experienced, played a faster game and took Johnstown’s men off their feet. Johnstown could not find themselves and did not put up their usual game when they had the ball. The game was slow and long drawn out and did not end till it was nearly dark. SPECTATOR 61 The first half ended 19—0 in Greensburg’s favor. The second half failed to check Greensburg’s onrush and it ended with the score in their favor 31—0. The line up: Johnstown Greensburg Roberts L. E. .. Gregg Stetler L. T. . McFeaters Finder L. G. . Broderick.. . C. ... Suppes R. G. .. Springer.... R. T. . Keck Custer R. E. .. Sloan Korns Q. ... Lloyd L. H. .. Leiford R. H. .. Marchl F. B. . . Referee, Rafferty (Princeton); Umpire, O’Brien; Head Linesman, Worthington. Time of quarters, 12 minutes. Williamsport Game Williamsport High School made their first appearance against Johnstown High School on the Point on November 22, and played a game of football that made it the most in- teresting game of the season. The day was perfect and the field in the best of condition, which gave each team an op- portunity to put forth their best efforts. The game was fast and exciting, and did not lag at any time. The peculiar part of the game was that the side that carried the ball usually made a touchdown, the defense in each case being unable to stop the rush of their opponents. Williamsport was the first to score, closely followed by Johnstown. A second touchdown was made by Williams- port in the first half before the whistle was blown, making the score 14—6 in their favor. In the second half, Johnstown started on the run and soon succeeded in making another touchdown, closely follow- ing this by two more. Williamsport braced and held for 62 SPECTATOR the rest of the half, the game ending a victory for Johnstown by a 20—14 score. The line up: Johnstown Williamsport Korns L. E Speaker Springer L. T McCloskey L. G Pinder R. G Suppes R. T Custer R. E Hanson Q. ...... Wertz L. H Leiford R. H Marchl F. B Referee, Raab (Dickinson); Umpire, Hartman, Williams- port; Head Linesman, Baumer. Time, Two twelve and two ten minute quarters. Altoona Game The Altoona Apprentice School again furnished the Thanksgiving attraction for Johnstown High School. The two teams met on a field that was very muddy. Altoona proved to be a heavy team, but of no strength, failing to use their weight to advantage. Johnstown was handicapped by the lack of several varsity men, but the men who played for us were strong on the defense and held their heavier opponents for downs on more than one occasion. The outcome of the game was a scoreless tie. Altoona at- tempted a field goal in the first quarter but it was very wide of its margin. “Red” Corboy, the famous University of Pittsburg half- back, failed to show up, the laurels of Altoona belonging to two Hoffman brothers, both playing half back positions. Lei- ford and Broderick starred for Johnstown. The line up: Johnstown Altoona Custer............... L. E......................Woodring Stetler.............. L. T................................................................Bradley SPECTATO R 63 Pinder Broderick McCloskey R. G Springer R. T Slater R. E. Hanson Q Lloyd L H. B. ... MeKuna Leiford R. H. B Marchl Referee, Steele (W. J.) ; Umpire, Mathews (Altoona); Head Linesman, Suppes. Time, two twelve and two ten minute quarters. Captain “Bill” Suppes, our worthy right guard of the nineteen thirteen football team, played his position with the same spirit this year as he did last year, when he won his reputation. Suppes was a scrub last year but a hard worker, and his consistent efforts gained him the favor of his team- mates and his position as captain. As a football player and jolly good fellow, “Soup” is there, but when it comes to study, he has a tendency to renig. Ed Marchl, our husky fullback, was a man who will be badly missed next season. As a ground gainer and forward passer, there were none better, his end runs always netting five or ten yards, while his forward passes were nearly al- ways effective. To get him excited was impossible, and his mistakes were few and far between. Then comes Charles (Pud) Leiford. Leiford was al- ways conspicuous in a game. This position of right half- back could not have been held down any better. Leiford’s center rushing and punting earned him a good reputation, and his ability to tackle was equally as good. “Pud’s” fav- orite enjoyment in a football game was to scare a scrub who had been put in, by calling him hard names. This trick of his worked on many occasions, then sometimes the trick was turned. Francis “Pete” Broderick, the man who tossed the ball, was always on the job, both on the offense and defense. 64 SPECTATOR Broderick was an especially good man at backing up his line, having prevented more- than one touchdown against Johnstown this year. He has also several touchdowns to his credit, being a good receiver of forward passes. Thomas Hanson, better known as “Tom,” the quarter- back, was an excellent man, having had no experience at this position whatever, and but one previous year’s football. Tom ran the team well; at catching and running back punts, he was hard to beat. George Slater, who played right end this year, was cer- tainly a good man. “Slats” weighs but a hundred and fifteen pounds but he is fast, a good tackier, and an excellent re- ceiver of forward passes. More than once he was forced to play a man who outweighed him thirty or forty pounds but it made no difference; “Slats” could hold him or get thru him, as he wished. Slater is a Junior and will prob- ably be on the team the rest of his High School career. Charles “Bub” Roberts, our tackle or end, as necessity determined, was one of the shining lights of the nineteen thirteen team. “Bub” could play either tackle or end to perfection, his tackling being his greatest strongpoint. At end position “Bub” was always on the job, spilling plays right and left. Unfortunately he was hurt in the next to last game, and could not finish the season. Lester “Pazetti” Korns, the noted young athlete from Moxham, also filled two positions on the team this year. At end, he was a regular “Dex Very,” while at quarterback he fully lived up to the reputation of his name. “Pazetti” is a sophomore in school and it is expected that he will see two more years of High School football before his promising career comes to a close. “Little Tip” Pinder (his right name’s Clifford), the prom- ising young giant from the noble sophomore class, played football this year of a calibre that would make one think that he was a veteran at the game; yet it was his first year. When a man got by Pinder he always felt the after- effects, for Cliff took great pleasure in mussing his man up; 66 SPECTATOR not that he was rough, but in a gentle football spirit. “Tip” is the fourth of a family of athletes. James Springer, who played right tackle, is one who 4e- serves a most worthy mention in this list, because of His fine work on the team this year. Springer is one of those fellows who has the “never say die” spirit, and who is al- ways on the job. He was a fine man on the line either at the defense or offense. Bernard McCloskey, better known as “Mac,” the husky “young” guard from down the way” (Cambria City), played his position this year with the spirit that befits his race! “Mac” is a teady player, and can well be depended upon in case of trouble. Harry Stetler, to whom football playing was entirely new till this year, deserves much credit for his ability to make the team his first year. Stetler was a hard worker and good tackier and made a good impression from the start. He made the position of tackle, being one of the three regu- lar men at this position. Vincent Lloyd, another Senior who played his first year of High School football this year, palyed a half-back posi- tion. Red” was fast and fearless and a good ground on a dry field, but somewhat handicapped by his light weight, when on a wet field. However, poor were his chances this year, he was a big factor on the team and will be badly missed next year. Orlo Wertz, our regular left halfback this year, played his position with the same spirit for which he was noted during the season of nineteen-twelve. Wertz’s dashing runs and never-failing attack proved him to be worthy of his position. Wertz was injured during the Greensburg game and was unable to continue the season. Last, but not least, we mention the ever faithful scrubs: Woodward, Mack, A1 Dannenbaum, Philip Sharpe, William Burns, James Taylor, Charles Kress, James Garris, and Rob- ert Rutledge. These fellows were loyal the whole season, some of them having been out for the team for several years. SPECTATOR 67 Philip Sharpe and Albert Dannenbaum would have prob- ably made their letters this year had it not been for injuries received in the middle of the season. Harry Drew, another of our candidates, and one who would have earned his letters this year, was out of the game with a broken collar bone. This accident occurred in the Harrisburg game, causing him to be out for the season. Thus ends the list of our nineteen thirteen football play- ers who constituted a team that, even though defeated three times, was one of the best that Johnstown High School has ever produced. School News The average atendance for November was 96%, a gain of 3% over the previous month. Three hundred and twenty- five students have been perfect in attendance every day this term. The mid-term examinations will be held before Christ- mas this year instead of in January. The object in advanc- ing the time for examinations is to avoid a break in the work at the holidays. Miss Saxe, one of Billy Sunday’s party, conducts Bible study every Tuesday at noon for the High School girls. The class meets at the Brethren Church on Vine Street. The ladies of the church serve the girls with lunch. The girls from Miss Saxe’s Bible Class attended Billy Sunday’s meeting Wednesday, Nov. 26, in a body, and pre- sented Miss Saxe with a large boquet of flowers. The Seniors are wearing their new class rings and pins. At chapel Wednesday, Nov. 11, we were favored with a piano solo by Arthur Zobel, a Freshman. At an A. A. meeting held Friday, November 7, Ed. Marchl was elected Track Manager and Harry Drew, James Lewis, and Charles Leiford his assssitants. The following track men of last year received their track letters: Capt. Honer, Bracken, Jones, Gardner, Owens, Fletcher, Speck, and Thomas. These men elected Griffith Owen Captain for 68 SPECTATOR the coming season. Last year’s track report was read and accepted. A committee was appointed to arrange for enter- tan ment for the Greensburg rooters. Committees appointed to provide entertainment for the Greensburg rooters were: Refreshment, Dollie Howenstine, Morris Reynolds, Earle Shomo, Herbert Davies and Clarice Grumbling; Entertainment, John Gerhardt; Griffith Owen, Marie Kress, Mary Evans, and Ludwig Tross. The following program was arranged: Selection.....................J. H. S. Orchestra Song............................Senior Glee Club Reading.....................................Marie Kress Vocal Solo.......................Elizabeth Werry Piano Solo.................................Arthur Zobel Reading.............................S rah Bossart Vocal Solo.......................Florence Kuehne Saxophone Solo.......................Ruth Heilman Vocal Solo...........................Alma Hughes Piano Solo...........................Mary Weaver Violin Solo......................Oscar Kaminsky Selection.................J. H. S. Mandolin Club After the entertainment, refreshments were served by the girls. A Mass Meeting was held Friday, November 14. to practice cheers for the Greensburg game. This was prob- ably the best attended mass meeting we have ever held. Speeches were made by Coach Schmidt, Mr. Stockton, Mr. Steele, Mr. Roadeheaver, and Miss Cochran. All the yells were practiced. Mr. Roadeheaver of Mr. Sunday’s party aided greatly in the yells, and in practicing the songs he played his trombone. Mr. Roadeheaver spoke to the boys Friday afternoon, October, 24, Tuesday afternoon, December 2, and Thursday afternoon, December 4. The Spectator has offered two prizes for Christmas stories, one of three dollars for the best and one of two dollars for the second best story. SPECTATOR 69 An A. A. Meeting was held Wednesday, December 3, for the purpose of clearing up football business for the past season. Frank Jordan was elected Manager of the Foot- Ball Team for next year. Hayden Evans, Walter Ellis and Martin Fox were elected Assistant Managers. Manager Speck read his report which was accepted. Not much money was made on football this year on account of weather con- ditions. The following men were awarded the J. H. S. Monogram: Capt. Suppes, Custer, Springer, Seteler, Finder, McCloskey, Roberts, Broderick, Slater, Hanson, Wertz, Marchl, Lloyd. Korns, and Manager Speck. Coach Schmidt was voted a sweater without the monogram. A committee, consisting of Shomo, Gerhardt, Broderick, Davies, Cramer, Leiford and Cochran, was appointed to re- vise the constitution of the A. A. vise the constitution of the A. A. A copy of the constitution will then be framed. Charles Leiford was elected Captain of next year’s foot- ball team by the letter men. A vote of thanks was given the girls for the money cleared for the A. A. the night of the Greensburg game. JjAQ 70 SPECTATOR CIET Y icau On November 14th, 1913, a joint meeting of the Emer- son and T. K. E. Societies was held in the High School auditorium. The following program was given: Declamation........................Herbert Davies Talk.......................... Dollie Howenstine Vocal Solo............................Alma Hughes Oration..............................Charles Bird Story, “Winter’s Tale”................Ruth Koontz Last Scene from “Winter’s Tale” Leontes .............................Benford Hill Hermonie............................ Mary Mordica Paulina..............................Ada Wagner Polixines ...........................Benj. White Perdita ........................... Marion Kaylor Camillo............................Matthew Marcus A “spelling bee” was then held between the boys and girls of the T. K. E. Society. This “spelling bee’ was very interesting but still more interesting was the fact that the girls won. Mary Mordica played the part of Hermoine very well, and Alma Hughes’ solo was very effective. Dollie Howen- stine’s talk on Emerson’s home life was especially enjoyed by every one on account of its simplicity. The last regular meeting of the Emerson Society was held November 21st, in the High School auditorium. A com- mittee was appointed to select pins for the society. After the business transactions the following program was given: Song........................................... Society Oration....................................Mary Mack SPECTATOR 71 Vocal Solo........................Elizabeth Werry Declamation...............................Herbert Davies Story ............................ Jane Tredennick Piano Solo........................Mabel Speicker The opening song, “Drink To Me Only With Shining Eyes,’’ was led by Miss Clarke. It is a somewhat new but pleasing custom to open the meeting with a song by the society and which we hope will be continued thruout the term. November 26th, 1913, the T. K. E. Society held a meet- ing in the Auditorium. The following interesting program was rendered: Violin Solo....................... Jennings Love Selected Oration..........................Russell Davis Debate Resolved, That we should return to the former method of celebrating Thanksgiving. Affirmative..........................Theresa Flinn Negative............................. Harry Heller Piano Solo........................Theresa Flinn Talk ............................. Anna Haynes The debate was the main feature of the evening. The judges decided in favor of the negative. Theresa Flinn had many good points, but Harry Heller’s oratory added much to his arguments. The meeting adjourned until after Thanksgiving. 72 SPECTATOR ft EVENT CURREI To-day when politics occupy the greatest part of our newspapers and periodicals, we sometimes overlook the ad- vances science is making to safeguard health in city and country. Tuberculosis is being fought all over the land but one decided step toward its extermination is seen in the great hospital opened last month in New York City. The hospital stands on Staten Island shore in New York harbor. Every- one wishes the utmost success to the staff of this institution in its work. Business men generally concede that it is a fair ques- tion whether the railroads should be allowed to ask for an increase of freight rates. The railroad companies contend that in order to meet the higher wage schedules, and other expenses and entice capital, this increase in freight rates is necessary. Capital is necessary to furnish the better facilities, safety appliances and comfort which the country demands. On these grounds railroad men ask for a five per cent in- crease in freight rates. An argument on this subject was scheduled to be held before the Interstate Commerce Com- mission on November 24. Probably the affair which caused the most sensation at the White House this month was the marriage of one of President Wilson’s daughters. Miss Jessie Wilson was mar- ried to Mr. Francis Sayre of Lancaster, Pennsylvania. The details of the wedding were arranged by two of Mrs. Sayre’s school chums. The presents which the couple received were naturally varied and costly. It was necessary to reserve two rooms of the White House for presents alone. The House of Representatives presented the young bride with a $50,000 diamond necklace. Two guards were constantly present pro- SPECTATOR 73 tecting the gifts. The bridal party left for Europe for their honeymoon. Again our attention is turned to the danger of exter- mination of wild fowls when Dr. Wm. T. Hornaday of the New York Zoological Park makes a strong appeal for this. The species most in danger of extermination is ducks and geese. The thinning out of wild fowl causes the prices to rise and the high price attracts the hunter. Something surely must be done to stop this. Mary Evans (enetring Library)—Where is “Oh Captain, My Captain?” D. Howenstein—He’s not in here; he’s out in the Study Hall. Shomo (in Physics)—Who had fish in here? Speck—Kish! what makes you ask that? Shomo—Look at the scales over there. Miss W (in History)—Why did Cortez invade Mexico? Marcus—To get mazuma (Montazuma). According to Edgar Wait “Goulash” was a great Aus- trian statesman. 74 SPECTATOR Dannenbaum—Why do they use soft coal in an engine? Joseph—Because it’s from the tender. Challenge The two invincible Herbies—Herbie Davies and Herbie Silverstone—challenge any two namesakes in the Johnstown High School to a battle royal. The Russells will please take notice—Russell Marsden and Russell Davis. Miss W (in English)—What will happen if we drink too much ? Sharpe (who has heard Sunday preach)—You will be- come intoxicated. The Anti-Profanity Club has organized under the di- rection of “Rody” and “Billy.” President—Shomo. Vice President—Leiford. Secretary—Lynam. T reasurer—T ross. Sergeant—Jordan. Keeper of Keys—Paul. Keeper of the Bible—Rev. Sharpe. Rensselaer Polytechnic Institute SCHOOL of '• % ENGINEERING CIVIL. MECHANICAL, ELECTRICAL and CHEMICAL ENGINEERING, and GENERAL SCIENCE Send for a Catalogue. TROY, N.Y. Estella Messenger Willa Carman Classes in Water Color, Oil, China Painting. Pastel and Designing Classes Daily. Studio Room 606, Johnstown Trust Building SPECTATOR 75 UERE’S the ideal suit for you chaps who are particular regarding- style and fit—a great line—at $10 $12.50 $13 $15 Over a dozen diffeient smart snappy models—plain iilor . lanry weaves and thepopulari ewstrij ed and cheeked effects. 76 SPECTATOR Q —An Assurance of Quality With Every Package Let Us Supply Your Xmas Candies In Bulk or Package Sanner’s Quality Shop Main St. Next Door to Johnstown Trust Building Lewis (the “Fusser”)—At last I have found a girl who will not say no. Inquisitive” Leiford—When did you find her? Lewis—I found her in the deaf and dumb asylum. Scph. ( noticing a drunk” going down the street) — That man reminds me of a moving picture. Fresh.—How do you make that out? Soph.—Because his eyes are filmed and he reels. Miss W (in History)—James, if you were discussing the currency question would you discuss the pro or con side. Lynam—1 would discuss the “con.” I think. Pretty Junior Girl—What’s this new rouge they are sell- ing? Dignified Senior Girl—Some skin game, I suppose. SPECTATOR 77 —any woman or miss will appreciate furs or a fur coat And They'd Be Doubly Appre- ciated If They're Kline Furs. ____________________________________________________ SPECTATOR We hope the city will not hire High School boys to hold up the new lamp posts. Plenty of Light It Will Add to the Cheerfulness of Your Home—No Doubt About It. Use “Mazda” Lamps. We sell them CITIZENS’ ELECTRIC and GAS APPLIANCE CO. VINE AND FRANKLIN STREETS To You High School Fellows-- A MERRY Christmas and a Happy New Year. And along with this wish a “thank you” for your gener- ous patronage during the year just coming to a close. Woolf Reynolds, Inc “Clothes That Satisfy” 80 SPECTATOR Punctuation of Junior Commercial English Lord Palmerston then entered on his head, a white hat upon his feet, large but well polished boots upon his brow, a dark cloud in his hand, a faithful walking stick in his eye, a menacing glare saying nothing. Schmid (watching MeKeever in Manual Training)— McKeever, you drive nails like lightning. Mac—H-h-how i-i-is-S-s th-th-that-t. Prof.—You never hit the same place twice. Crissman’s Corner Drug Store See us about your Christmas Candies, Perfumes, Cigars, Etc. Prescriptions Carefully Filled. Our Motto: Purity and Accuracy SEE CRISSMAN'S FIRST MOXHAM Leave Your Orders For Christmas Candies CONRAD'S DRUG STORE RSK? All Orders Delivered Immediately SPECTATOR 81 For School Clothes NO PLACE LIKE Nathan’s Johnstown’s Best Store A. J. Haws C Sons (LIMITED) Refractories Fire Brick Silica Brick Magnetic Brick Chrome Brick CAPACITY, 40,000,000 PER YEAR The Big Automobile Supply Store “ What you want, When you want if Thats our kind of service The Johnstown Automobile Company SPECTATOR 83 ✓ (Ehratnuui (Sifta AT A SAVING — SPLENDID Assortments of Handsome, Tasteful Gift- Things for “him” or “her” are here now for your select- ion, and our remarkably low prices offer you savings that are well worth coming for. BrassGoods in an end- less variety of designs. Parisian Ivory Goods in many prettystyles. Leather Goods, in- cluding. Handbags. Bill Folders. Coin Purses. Traveling Cases. Etc. Rich Cut Glass at except- ionally low prices. Perfumes in rich. trueFlow- er Odors. at all prices. Kodaks at $1 to $25. Mirrors in all sizes and styles. Safety Razors at $1 to $10. Thermo Bottles and many other useful articles. Xmas Candies Huylers, Reymers, Fuller Green, Ligget's, Lowneys and Utopian Young’s Pharmacies 205 Franklin Street, 503 and 424 Main Street ---------------— 84 SPECTATOR The school seems to be infected with the Sunday idea of conversion. All classes of lodges are being organized, as the Anti-Profanity Club, Anti-Gambling Society, Auto Fus- ser’s Society, the Anti-Dancing Class, and many others. Excited Junior—Help! I have lost control of the car. I am afraid we are going to hit something. She—Well, then hit something cheap. They ran into a ten cent store. Walker to Bren.—So you have been hunting. Did you get anything? Bren.—Yes; wet feet, bronchitis and a bullet in the leg. A prominent member of the school who “hit the trail” and joined the Anti-Fussers’ Lodge was seen coming from John Street the other evening near midnight. As you all know, the password of the lodge is “Early to bed and no fussing.” He should not be alarmed if he is suspended from the lodge. We are Headquarters in Johnstown for the best Teas, Coffees, Baking Powder, Spices and Extracts Try A Pound of Our Grand Union Tea Company 438 MAIN STREET SPECTATOR 85 Overcoat Surprise That Will Interest Every Overcoat Buyer ONE of New York's most prominent clothing makers sold us an excell- ent lot of Overcoats at a big concession in price on account of the unusual mild fall weather. All sorts of fabrics are among them including Chinchillas and the latest model coats only. Come in now, men and save $4 to $8.50 on your Overcoat—Here they are: $14 Men’s Overcoats for.$10.00 $18 Men’s Overcoats for.$12.50 $20 Men’s Overcoats for.$14.50 $30 Men’s Overcoats for.$21.50 Ail Boys Mixed Overcoats Reduced 25% MILLER’S RELIABLE CLOTHIERS Home Dressed Turkeys and Chickens for Christmas HELLSTERN REISER City Phone 700. 325 FRANKLIN ST. Bell 1009-J Weber’s Cafe Where to Eat will never bother you after once enjoying a meal at this restaurant. There will be only one place or you and that will be right here. Weber’s Cafe Open Day and Night 409 MAIN STREET SPECTATOR “Slats” says it is to cold to “Grin” on Westmont Majestic THEATRE —--M. J. BOYLE, Manager- JOHNSTOWN’S COZIEST THEATRE Presenting’ Keith Vaudeville THREE TIMES DAILY The Cream of American Vaudeville Together With Choice European Importations . j Matinee—10c and 15c. I Night— 10c, 15c, 20c. Time—2:15 SPECTATOR 87 HANNAN’S Drug and Gift Store AGENT FOR HUYLERS, REYMERS, PARK TILFORD’S and APOLLO CHOCOLATES Try Our Soda T. E. Morgan High Grade PIANOS Musical Merchandise 18 MARKET STREET Phone 9-18 B The trail now leads to STUVER’S Hit ’er hard fellows and you will get the best in the town. The Ohio Street Barber A PRINTING “SHOP” that knows good printing and how to produce it. We have the facilities for doing first class work and exert every effert to make your first job entrusted to us a reason for continued patronage :: :: :: :: Main Street—Opposite Auditorium 88 SPECTATOR Msis W (in History)—What was the cause of the “Dark Ages?” M. Murdock—Because there were so many Knights (nights), I suppose. Ouch, Doc! You hit the nerve. B. Roberts—How do you like Rhea’s new coat? Suppes—Some Shade. Wait—I think Steve has a regular horse laugh. Paul—Well, he’s a Mayer (mare). Orlo (in Mechanical Drawing)—Where’s that big nut? Schmid (pointing at Suppes)—Over there in the corner. McCloskey (after being called on to make a speech at the banquet)—What will I talk about? Springer—Talk about two minutes and then sit down. Sole selling agents in Johnstown of the world’s best Sewing Machine THE GOOD OU) “DOMESTIC” Now better than ever before, does more kind of sewing and more of it in the best manner—and in less time than any other. The chain and lock stitch, two machines in one, and you can chanee from one to the other without fuss or trouble. Sold on easy payments. QATELY FITZGERALD FURNITURE COMPANY 110-112 Clinton Street SPECTATOR Compliments of The T. K. E. Society Compliments of The Emerson Literary Society Palace Laundry 606 FRANKLIN STREET “We Know How’’ 90 SPECTATOR The Freshmen are worring about the Exams THE BEST DRESSED YOUNG MEN IN TOWN are wearing Thomas’ Clothes. You may not know why, but they do. It will be worth your while in clothes satisfaction to find out why classy clothes have so many staunch followers. Prices $10, $12.50, $15, $18, $20 Classy furnishings, hats, etc., here in different qualities, at prices less than you would expect for good merchandise. Come see. John Thomas Sons Young Men’s Clothing and Furnishings SPECTATO R « jom-nom MJP Bulletins, Banners, Show Cards, Etc. Advertising Service and Specialties JONES-MORTON JOHNSTOWN TRUST BUILDING • r «er(i er6 92 SPECTATOR Steele (in Physics)—Say, Shomo, recite. Shomo—I don’t know it. Steele—You have not recited once this month; what are you going to do at the end of the month? Shomo (smiling)—Quit! Had Rose—I was going to sing in society but Miss W— found out that I was taking agricultural lessons for the voice. Patronize Spectator Advertisers One Bell Telephone to Every Thirteen People Thirtv-seven years of devel- opement of the Bell System show a nation-wide distribution of over 7.500,000 Bell Telephones in 75,000 communities. Success like this is only achieved by the main- tenance of the highest standards for its men, methods and apparatus. The great voice of approval or the American people, who make over 26,000,000 calls a year by Bell Telephone, is itself indicative of success. Have you a Bell Telephone? THE CENTRAL DISTRICT TELEPHONE COMPANY SPECTATO R 93 The Laundry That Satisfies Why not try having your collars done by our new process, and note the result. Telephone and our Driver will call. Troy Laundry Company Cement Vein VIi 11 er Vein Lemon Vein Citizens Coal Com pany Sells the best House Coal and delivers to all parts of the city promptly and guar- antee full weight. Try a load. LOCAL, ’PHONE 1078 PORCH BROS. ---INCORPORATED- The Recognized Leaders In Artistic Pianos and Player Pianos The Home of the EVERETT PIANO Porch Bros., Inc. Cor. Vine and Franklin Sts. Y our CheckBook What a Convenience Why be content to pay bills in the old time way—in cur- rency? Use ihe modern meth- od—payment by check. Its safety, conv niency and effii- ciency are advantages that should not be overlook'd. Checking accounts invited. Capital, Surplus $320,000 UNION NATIONAL BANK 143 Franklin St., Johnstown, Pa. 94 SPECTATOR SHREVE’S FOR Brick Ice Cream and Ices Rothstein’s Johnstown’s One Perfect Jewelry Store 529 MAIN ST. Something New In Photographs If you have aches or pains in the back or limbs, go get cup- They Are 3 For ped—it will cure $1.00 you. Call at The Photographer MEYER’S In This Town BARBER SHOP L G. HORNICK 442 Washington Street 527 MAIN STREET SPECTATOR 95 Always ask for the SOMERSET DAIRY’S MILK You will be sure of getting the best. 617 FRANKLIN ST. Bell Phone 303J City Phone 2509 Eastman Kodaks and Supplies SCHRADER BR0S?k Autumn Photography Right now is an ideal time for outdoor pic- ture taking. Take ad- vantage of it with an “Ansco. We sell these modern Cam- eras—at $2 to $25. Ansco Films and Cy- co Paper and Post Cards, too. Wm. B. Waters Bro. On August 5th, 1863 FIFTY YEARS AGO TODAY The Charter of THE FIRST NATIONAL BANK Of Johnstown, Penna. Was signed by Hugh McCullough, Comp- troller of the Currency, at Washington, D. C. TODAY THE FIRST NATIONAL BANK Of Johnstown, Penna. Is the largest financial institution in this section of Pennsylvania Capital, Surplus, Profits.. $960,000.00 Total Resources.$7,000,000.00 96 SPECTATOR What has a boy Diamonds gained if he ob- tains an educa- MOUNTED tion and LOSES UNMOUNTED HIS HEALTH The largest assortment in the community. 7 Come in and we’ll i • gladly show you. ARCHER, G. L. RUFF Masseuer and Director JEWELER of Physical Science 146 Clinton Street The Pioneer Trust Company of IT j. Pennsylvania hat We At The JOHNSTOWN CAVE TRUST CO. Quick Lunch Capital, Surplus and Profit Restaurant $425,000 The Cleanest and Coolest Place in the City Pays Interest on Regular Meals 25c Savings Accounts 507 MAIN STREET CHECKING ACCOUNTS SOLICITED. SPECTATOR 97 Sweeney 6c Marshall CENTRAL AVE. Our Xmas Neckwear is the Best in the city Manchester Shirts, Arrow Collars, Knox Knit Hose, 25c per Pair. Best Made. Ask the men who wear them Store Open Every Evening The Moxham Pharmacy The right place to Buy Your Drugs and Have Your Prescriptions Filled. Whitman's Candies Grove Avenue and Village Street Big Reduction On All Men’s Suits and Overcoats Glasgow Woolen Mills Company W. J. Rose Sons Dealers In SASH DOORS LUMBER CEMENT and all kinds of building materials, good planing mill work our specialty BOTH PHONES Orders promptly attended to. 328 LINCOLN STREET 98 SPECTATOR SMITH’S Hhoery For all kinds of Shoes at prices that suit the people STORKS IH THREE STATES For the Best Tonsorial Work In This Town See CRAIG The Barber Haynes St., Near Franklin Something new in Hair Cutting TRY GATES The Barber 417 Franklin Street Get your Pictures Framed at HORAN’S Book Store Good framing at Reasonable prices 54S MAIN ST. DOLLAR TREATS-- They’re real treats. When you buy Candy, buy “Norris”—the dol- lar-a-pound Chocolates. Pound and half pound packages. Kredel’s Drug Store 412 MAIN STREET Quinn’s Bulletin The most attractive Millinery, Ladies Coats absolutely correct. Dresses, styles that stand ahead of all. Fall Suits, just what you want. SPECTATOR 99 Holiday Footwear At ZANGS Home of Good Shoes THE time for boys and girls to save is when they are in the High School. We want every student of the Johnstown High School to call at this bank for a copy of our new magazine, Money Talks Containing interesting matter o n Thrift and Saving. Get a copy free at h United States National Bank 206 FRANKLIN STREET j eSpectator Staff for Q i ears hay been puttingall its Art Q Engraving' problems up to us It is a habit with us to win patrons through efficient $ co-operation Vallbv NCRAVING.(o. COM6RC AL APT £ Eng av ng— 5™ Fl°°R WOOLF ANNEX t ZVCOi.A' . 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