Johnstown High School - Spectator Yearbook (Johnstown, PA)

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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

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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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SPECTATOR 11 feels confident, that the allied armies will win. They have grown accustomed to war, as a business, and go about their various duties with no fear for the morrow. ,..i...l-.- Her First Book Success Lorena Green 171f2 Oh, have you read that new book? And just look who wrote it! Best book I ever read. , And to think that you are my room-mate and I never saw you write a word of it! Such were the exclamations from a few of the many school girls who had met in the room of the authoress to congratulate her on her first success. Why, Beverly! I never thought that you knew even how to begin a story, and to see such a perfectly won- derful book as this, with your name under the Written by, -I don't know how to congratulate you! Now, Ruth, it is only a trial and if you like it so well, I will try to write a better one with you as the heroine, Beverly answered. Strange to say, with praises coming to her from all sides, Beverly was very unassum- ing. Oh, please put me in it, too, they all cried in chorus. Wait until I write it, then you will all know how much I delight in having you as my friends. You will all figure in one, or maybe two of the books which I in- tend to write, provided the public appreciates my first attempt as well as you do. Don't you doubt the public! They, will be even more enthusiastic over it than we are. Wait and see, came from Beverly, as the girls said Good-night and went to their own rooms. li Papa, just see this letter from Beverly! We can