Johnstown High School - Spectator Yearbook (Johnstown, PA)

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SPECTATOR 19 ,.,.,,,...---.,. YVY- f Y V 4 ar- -fn V -. --1--l--- 'Ulanie, thou shalt tell thy sister Mina, that a great evil is to befall her unless she immediately throws the ring set with the pink pearl into the Black Pond in the Palace garden. Tell her also, if she heeds not this warning, she shall be changed into a serpent. Poor Mina was trembling with fright when Ulanie ceased speaking. Let us go at once to the Pond, that I may throw the ring into it, said she. It would be terrible to be changed into a serpent. Ulanie smiled wickedly to herself. At least, thought she, I shall have the pink pearl. By that time they had reached the pond and Mina hurriedly cast the ring into the black waters. Then they returned to the palace. As soon as Mina had left her, Ulanie sent for the kitchen boy and told him to go and bring her a fish from the Black Pond. The boy remonstrated and said that there were no fish in the pond, but Ulanie told him she had seen one that very morning, as indeed she had fthe one she herself had put inj. At last the boy returned with the fish. Ulanie took it to her room, opened it and found the,pink pearl just as she had planned. For several minutes, she stood looking at its beauty and then slowly very slowly, slipped it on her finger. As the ring passed over the knuckle, Mina opened the door of the room and gazed with horror-stricken face at a great black serpent creeping slowly- across the floor. She gazed with fasci- nated eyes as the serpent wiggled out through the low window and disappeared from her sight. Thus the en- vious Ulanie named her own punishment. -,,..,-11

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18 SPECTATOR beautiful contrasting color-picture, with its olive hue. When it catches the sun, it makes a picture of inter- twining ribbons of amber against a turquoise background. Rooted to the ocean's bottom are real trees with long branches, bearing fruit resembling olives. The foliage is wonderful and forms a beautiful picture when the branches are set into motion by the movements of the currents, as if wafted by land breezes. Watching the passing panorama through the glass-bottomed boats, peo- ple go into ecstacies over the marvels of these gardens and over the wonders of aquatic life. After a day spent in viewing the marvels of nature one the island and sea, one reluctantly returns to the main- land from a place so full of natural charm and beauty. The Pink Pearl Margaret Bley, '16 NCE upon a time there was a princess by the name Q9 of Ulanieg beautiful as to face and form, but hate- ful as to disposition. This princess had a younger sister, who, being just the opposite of Ulanie, was bright and sunshiney. Now Ulanie had her own way most of the time for the sake of keeping peace in the palace. For this reason she' had many more beautiful jewels and dresses than Mina, her little sister. But Mina had one piece of jewelry that Ulanie coveted. This was a dull gold ring set with a pink pearl. The ring had been given to Mina by the ruler of a neighboring kingdom. Therefore Mina was very proud of it and prized it above all other things. Ulanie was determined to get the ringg but she dared not openly take it, therefore she invented a cunning scheme. One day as she and Mina were walking together, Ulanie said, Mina, I had a terrible dream last night, in which an old woman stood by my bed and said to me,

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20 SPECTATOR The Higher Cunning Foster Burnett, '18 oc' OW far did you say it was to Houston's place? M queried a young man of the person at his side. Wal, it's close on to two miles an' a half an' it's all up-hill, answered the farmer, as his dress and the hay- fork over his shoulder showed him to be. But there was one thing which distinguished this farmer from those of his class in the warmer country south of Ontario, and that was-a repeating rifle, which he carried in his left hand. Although he was armed, the young man at his side carried no firearms. You ain't goin' to walk that fur without no' shootin' irons', be you? queried the farmer. You'd better stay at my place over night, 'cause th' wolves git perty wild 'round here at night. No, I'll go on and get to Houston's before dark, answered the young man, and, thanking his friend for his invitation to stay, he strode on down the road in the twilight that was fast passing into night. John Williams, was the son of an Ontario farmer who had died recently, leaving his son a farm a few miles from the place where the preceding conversation occurred. John, using his last dollar on railway fare, had gotten off at a point some eighteen miles from the farm, where his brother was working. He had walked about ten miles when he saw the farmer he had thus addressed, leaving a hay-field fo'- home, and, finding himself about two and a half miles from the next cabin, resolved to reach there before night came on. The road was rough and rather hilly. It soon became dark, but the full moon came up and illumined the road so that John could see well. After walking about a mile he was startled to hear, not far away, the cry of a wolf. A