Johnstown High School - Spectator Yearbook (Johnstown, PA)

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I2 SPECTATOR certainly be very proud of our daughter, her mothei said after reading the letter from Beverly telling of her success. Indeed I am. I always knew that Beverly would turn out far above our expectations. Rev-wy-wote a towy, piped little four-year-old Bertie. She did more than that, Bertie. Just think! She wrote a great big book with a hero and a heroine, his older sister Helen informed him. What tind of ling is a hewo? Wait till you grow up, then maybe you might be one yourself. Many more praises were heaped on Beverly by ner friends and relatives, but her efforts were more than repaid when she received a letter from home telling her how proud her parents were of her. It paid to write it just for them, she said, after reading the letter. The next day she was to receive her check for S500 from the publisher. Her school friends were all with her and as the postman handed her a letter they gave a rousing shout. Above the shouting came the sound of a bell, clear and insistent. Beverly awoke to the sad fact that it was all a dream, for her alarm clock was an- nouncing the first day of school! .i N C3 c

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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

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SPECTATOR 13 JVIodern Knights of King Arthur Edith Weaver, '18 ug AY, Bill, I mean Sir Lancelot, who's been spoiling our gardens? They've been there two nights in succession, said Jimmy Fleming with a frown, as he confronted Bill Kale in the recess yard. Oh, replied Bill sulkily, they're the Pirates from Fleet street. Murdock just told me that he heard them planning a raid on our late pumpkins for Tick-tack. That's a week from tonight, you know. It was not the first time that the gardens belonging to the Black street school had been plundered. The Knights of King Arthur, which order consisted of all the boys in the school from twelve to fourteen year of age, were in desperation. What shall we do? asked Bill. That's for you to say. Aren't you Sir Lancelot, the bravest one among us? Yes, I'm willing to fight all right but don't you see that wouldn't get us anything? There are more of those boys than there are of us and they are older and larger. Let's ask Sir Percival about it. Drew! Drew! Ho, Drew! shouted Bill. Charles Drew, Sir Percival, ran toward them. The situation was explained to him. I'll tell you what, boys! he exclaimed. Let's get water pistols and fill them with watered amonia. My brother told me about it. We have enough money in the treasury to do it. We'll set a sentinel every night' until eleven o'clock from now on until Tick-tack. On Tick-tack night we'll all watch with our squirt guns loaded and our pockets full of pepper. Just the thing! Let's call a meeting of the Knights. The three boys separated to make the others aware of the business on hand, and that evening after school the Knights of King Arthur in solemn session passed a bill