Johnstown High School - Spectator Yearbook (Johnstown, PA)

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SPECTATOR 9 I'd love it, Itimpa. Then I can visit some of my English friends. Itimpa's brother and the two girls reached the little English settlement on the fourth day and Kitty paid si short visit to her friends. Itimpa sought out the stranger of whom she had heard. A tall, well-built, manly-looking fellow, with dark wavy hair, and shining brown eyes, arose as the Indian girl entered his cabin. Then Itimpa said, White man, me Itimpa, fren' o' pretty En'lish gi'l. She hun' man that come to this lan.' Me know you here, an' come Fm' out you' name. Kitty hun' two year. You here two year? Yes, yes, Itimpa. Who is this pretty English girl? You call her Kitty. Is her name Kitty Barnes? Her name, Kitty Barnes, you Tom Morris? Then Itimpa fin' you at las'! Kitty wait long time fo' you. She here. Wait, I get her. Tom Morris was bewildered, amazed! He would have followed the Indian girl but she had vanished be- fore he recovered himself. When Itimpa found Kitty, she told her she had found an old friend of hers who wished to see her. Kitty went eagerly with the Indian girl, who opened the door of Toms cabin and pushed her into the room. She stood dazed for a moment. Tom looked search- ingly into her pretty, blushing face. Then, as if satis- fied, he held his arms open to her, and Kitty rushed into them sobbing, Oh, Tom! I have found you at last! Yes, Kitty darling, and, God willing, we will never be lost from one another again. f Q,

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8 g SPECTAIOR i H Wi- Oh, Itimpa! How lovely of you. Those violets are so pretty among that soft green moss. Your taste is wonderful. Itimpa, my dear, what could I do without you! Since mother died you have been so good to me. There, you have given back my old courage and hope. If I could only find some actual news of Tom! Itimpa wan' you come stay wi' her people when Mr. Barnes go huniin' next time. I'd love to come, Itimpa. It is so lonely here. I'm afraid I could not bear it alone, thinking constantly of Tom's danger. Yes, I will come and stay with you, Itimpa. Come for me tomorrow. Me come tomorrow. Don' worry 'about Tom. You fin' him some day. And Itimpa went on her way through the dark forests in deep thought. That same day she had heard her father, the chief, tell of a young white man who had been found almost dead from fever and want of food and shelter. He had been taken to the nearest English settlement, seventy miles Qfrom Itimpa's home, and she resolved to take Kitty there and find out if the man could possibly be Tom. She did not, however, intend to tell Kitty of her little scheme, lest false hopes might bring fresh disappoint- ment. Itimpa went for Kitty next day, and found her dress- ed in an Indian maiden's costume of white doe-skin, fringed with red beads. Around her slim waist was wrapped a crimson sash, and a band of red velvet ribbon, with one large scarlet feather, ornamented her light, glossy curls. She wore beads and bracelets, and on her feet soft white moccasins. I'm now an Indian girl. My name will be Galalia, while I am with you. Do I not make a pretty Indian? Itimpa laughed lightly. You' face not dark, you' hair not black an' straight. But you beau' ful Indian. Me go in canoe today to white man's down river. You like go, too?

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10 SPECTATOR Canada and the War' Viviene Maloney 'l8. 31 N entering Canada, one does not need a herald to ac- quaint him with the fact that something unusual is astir. Government Inspectors meet all travelers at the landing and carefully inspect each individual, evidently to guard against the entrance of possible spies. Commercially and socially Canada is upset. The usual hustle and bustle of business is absent and in its place, militarism flourishes. In the cities, placards on the buildings and banners stretched across the street extend an invitation to Canada's sons to take a trip to the con- tinent at Government expense. You said you would go if you were needed. You are needed now. When your son asks, 'Father, what did you do in the Great War?' what will your answer be? A thin line of khaki stands between your hearth and home and the fate of Belgium-get into khaki now. These and many similar phrases are used to drive home to the men their duty to their country. Mass meetings are held and silver tongued orators picture the glory of war and the fate that awaits a laggard nation. All applicants for enlistment are examined as to physical fitness. ,If passed, they are hurried into khaki and off to concentration camps. Of these there are a number throughout the Dominion. There they await transportation to the training camps of England. Business is practically at a standstill. Many shops. factories, and hotles are closed. Railroad sidings are lined with idle freight cars, and steamers are moored to their docks. With all the evident confusion, no sign of anxiety regarding the results of the war are apparent. Every one looks confident, talks confidently, and apparently