Johnstown High School - Spectator Yearbook (Johnstown, PA)

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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

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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

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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.