Johnstown High School - Spectator Yearbook (Johnstown, PA)

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SPECTATOR 15 In the dressing-room after the game, Munch Higgins, the quarter-back, remarked, Well, Jimmie, I guess we can't say you have a 'yellow streak' any more. Thanks, Munch, acknowledged VVortl1, enthusiastical- ly, but I'd like to have it said about me that I have a 'yellow and blue streakf I-Ioo-ray for old Chester! ' And amidst the yelling and cheering, Jimmie NVortl1 was borne from the dressing-room to his home on the should- ers of his comrades. A Trip Up The Lakes B. R. C. '15 I reached Cleveland about noon one day in the latter part of August. Soon after my arrival I went down to the harbor and stood there on the shore, looking out over that vast expanse of water, Lake Erie. It was a beautiful day, although there was a breeze strong enough to stir up waves sufficient in height to dash over the breakwater and come into the harbor. The scene was so very enticing that I was glad when time came to board the ship and sail away. The Townsend, one of the largest of the lake boats, is used for the transportation of iron ore from Duluth to Cleveland. It is a modern boat and contains beautiful apar-t- ments for passengers, besides having a capacity for twelve- thousand tons of ore. It can be unloaded in four or five hours. This is done by cranes which drop immense grab buckets down into the ore. It is very interesting to watch. During the work I had an opportunity of asking some ques- tions about ore. For the benefit of other girls who might happen to be as ignorant as I was about it, I shall say that iron ore is a kind of clay dug from the earth. The deposits are often three or four hundred feet deep. It is usually dark red in color, though this varies somewhat. Cambria Steel Company uses daily about four thousand tons in their man- ufacture of steel.

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14 SPECTATOR thought he had a yellow streak. The fellows talked about this every time he was around, so he never enjoyed the times when he was at the corner, Walter Miles, his best friend, was the first one to prove his failing. Jimmie, said Scoop one afternoon, won't you tell me the reason you won't come out for football? Are you permitted to play by your parents? Yes, waslhis laconic answer. I might have known it. Is there anything the matter with your health that deters you ? No, there isn't. I'm as able as you are. No doubt you are. Well, I'm sorry, jim, but there's only one more question I can ask, and that is: Do you have a yellow streak? 'fHang it all, Walter, since you, my best friend, have turned against me, I'm going to do something to show you. I'm going out for football. Tell the coach I'll be out to- morrow. I'm tired of this fyellow' stuff. Here's my hand, jim, cried Miles. I'm glad you have the spirit, NV0rth.', Pk PF Pk Pk It is needless to say that Worth put on a suit the next day, trained hard, and, a month later, was considered as having a good chance to play left tackle in the first game of the season, with Bradford. The night before the Bradford game, in the dressing- room, after practice, Coach Winters read the line-up which he and Captain Fillmore had prepared. And sure enough, Worth was read after Left Tackle. There was much comment about Worth's making the team his first year, and the next day, when the yellow-and- blue, and the Bradford teams were warming up on the field, the Chester rooters gave special cheers for Worth. Jimmie had caught the spirit of the game and played his position well, making a touchdown through one of Coach Winter's trick plays. The game ended in Chester High's favor and the rooters again went the rounds of applause.

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16 SPECTATOR J View taken while approaching the Locks, Sault St. Marie ' The iirst day on board was passed in asking questions -the captain was very kind-and getting acquainted with the ship and its people. Erie was the first lake to be crossedg beyond this were the Detroit River and Lake St. Clair. Everything I saw was very interesting, but I was particu- larly impressed by the appearance in Lake St. Clair of sev- eral villages built, as Venice is, far out in the water. Each contained attractive homes and churches, everything, in fact, that a modern town requires but land. These villages were laid out as any other town is, except that they had canals for streets, and boats were used for all purposes of com- munication and transportation. After crossing Lake Huron, we came to Sault Ste. Marie. The water there was so shallow that locks had to be built, two on the United States' side and one on the Canadian. Between these two are the rapids which we see so often in pictures. Indians with canoes were there willing to take travellers over them. VVe were not permitted to set foot on the Canadian shore, for a group of Canadian guardsmen were stationed