Johnstown High School - Spectator Yearbook (Johnstown, PA)

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SPi2iCT.5l'ORv qflutumn Woods Virginia L. Hoffman, '19 The autumn Woods with colors gay- Resplendent in their glory, Are telling tales of wood-nymphs' play, A most delightful story. The little sprites on silvery wings Are dancing in the breeze, The wand'ring Wind, his sweetest sings A love song to the trees. The maple trees in garb of red And yellow-tinted leaves, Have gathered here to gaily tread On carpet Autumn weaves. The little leaves and wood-nymphs gay, Still frolic round and round, Ere Winter calls, Now, dears, away! 'Neath feathery flakes sleep, sound.

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10 SPECTATOR his mother used to watch the soldiers march through the little seaboard town of Dondon. As he sat musing, his secretary rushed into the room, very much excited. Mr, Harvey, he said, breathlessly, didn't you say you were a native of Dondon, and that your mother is living there? Yes, Harvey answered, sharply, why do you ask? The harbor of Dondon is blockaded, sir, and the town is threatened, explained the secretary. Harvey went into action. He sent a cablegram to his native government, and, since he was the great Harvey, a passport was granted to his mother, who went immediately to a neighboring country. Then Harvey arranged for her passage on the liner Labrador, which was about to sail. The next morning, Harvey received a wireless message from the Labrador, stating that his mother was safe on board and sailing for America. Again he smiled his contemptuious smile at this new proof of the power of the almighty dollar. Two days later he was scanning the headlines of the daily paper, when his eye met the following. LINER LABRADOR SUNK BY TORPEDOI ALL ON BOARD LOST! The article further stated that another vessel had seen the catastrophe and that the big liner was literally, blown to fragments. No one was seen on the surface. Harvey gasped and turned White. He stared straight ahead for a moment, then went suddenly limp. His servants carried him to his room. Here, after he had regained consciousness, a wireless message was brought to him. It read: Accept heartiest congratulations of His Majesty and your native land. From its latest test, your dis- covery has proved to be a wonderful success, for the torpedo that sunk the 'Labrador' was composed of your explosive. CARL McULOYD, Secretary to His Majesty.

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12 SPECTATOR Why Margaret Stayed Lucy Sedlmeyer, '17 Girls, what will I ever do? said Grace Shelley. Mother wants Margaret to come here to school, but is afraid to mention it, for Margaret always laughs in scorn because there aren't any boys here or in the town. Mother also said in her last letter that Margaret has been going out a great deal with a fine chap, and now she'll never leave him to come to school! The girls, who were seated in Grace's room, re- ceived this announcement during recreation. All eyes turned instinctively toward Ruth Donaldson, for Ruth could find a way to settle any difficulty. Hum! she remarked, casually, as she held up a lace collar she had been washing in Grace's bowl. What do we have Bob Kerry here for, or why do we keep Dickie Hampton, or Billie' Weston? Yes, said Grace, uncertainly. But she knows there aren't any boys here, at least not at the school. Ruth walked over to the desk, wrote a few lines on a sheet of paper, and then read aloud: Dear Margaret:- We are having a big dance here on Friday and are asking a few of our friends. Couldn't you arrange to come and bring some chap from your town? THE GIRLS. P. S.-'Billie' Weston just said to come prepared to have jokes played on you. Splendid ! Just the necessary hint at the end! Great! These exclamations came from the girls. Billie Weston, otherwise Helen, who happened to be present, laughed heartily. The girls were not disappointed, for the Friday morning train brought Margaret to the school. The girls