Johnstown High School - Spectator Yearbook (Johnstown, PA)

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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.

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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.

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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